Voices from the spirit world can be heard through the dark. winternights, the heartbeats of the spirit. It is the holy twelve. days of Yule. Dark shapes can be seen in the sky; riders of.
(September '91). The Fire in the Sky is Extinguished. Blue Waters no Longer Cry. The Dancing of Trees Has Stopped. The Stream of Freshness from Cold Winds.
The high office of the President has been used. To foment a plot to destroy the President John Fitzgerald Kennedy. . In a speech made to Columbia University on Nov. 12, 1963.
Into the new horizon. I gaze with my eyes open wide. . My heart is lonely. I need a new way of life. . Am I the last survivor. From these ruins, someone called "life".
[Lyrics: Mendoza]. [Music: Mendoza]. . A predator Awaits. His time to be discovered. Just waiting for a prey. The index case. He will spread the death.
As the they stand in ruins of cities. the children play in ashes. knee deep. in our neglect. our bags in overhead compartments. so secure. we walk with the world underneath our feet.
Humanity rising, life depriving. Mankind decline. Black humor falls in place. . Evolve in catalog, prey of progress. Self evolution contribution. Retribution at hand.
Ignorant in thought.. Distorts your twisted values.. Break your ancient chains.. And part with the ways of the past.. You don=B9t have the right.. To force you own opinion..
This coffin isn't big enough for me,. Silk, satin and lace surrounding three,. I hate being dressed up they've got me looking fucked up,. I want out and no ones stopping me..
There are things that happen. To certain people when they're finally dead. Many never end up resting in their deserved casket bed. Cadavers in the wrong hands.
There you are. Prisoner of a darker sky. Just another day. Find another way. To get through another day alive. . But i know that deep inside. Yes i know it isn't time.
Hiding In. Hide Inside Myself. And I Trust Nobody Else. Farther From. The Truth , The Lies , The Open Skies. Truth The Skies Are Open. . Waiting , Watching , Asking.
If you are crying for me, dry your tears. If you are all dying for me, not this time. If all the pain you've given could somehow just disappear. It wouldn't be just a figure, it wouldn't be standing.
All is lost, survival is all that remains. Dying at will, there is no pain. Memories of hate run deep in my mind. Body's numb, no feelings toward mankind.
Deep within entrenchments. The orders are revealed. A final push impending. Encoded messages have been received. . At first light. Fires of the enemy dead will burn bright.
Turn around and shield your eyes,. Don't look back as the earth dies. NO tomorrow for eternity'. The apocalyptic prophecy'. Our futile lives shall be no more..
On the edge. Spirit begins to break. Chances unsure. Not much more you can take. . Weakness grows. Nerves start to crack. Far from safe. There is no turning back.