I am no longer alive. Somewhere along this life I have died inside. My soul has been denied. . Rise of the black hearts. We take to the skies. The ravens of omen.
It's getting late at night by a freezing moon. The time is running out and the end is soon. An army indespair - don't know what to do. . Impure thoughts are raging in this empty room.
"What is true joy or hope? Where can it be found? Is it a promise of golden streets? Is it in escaping the fires of hell? No. All things are worthless in view of the surpassing value of simply knowing God and being known by Him. Oh, that I may know Him! To one day.
At Fraustadt the Swedish forces faced. An army almost twice it's size.. And on that day we showed the world not only. Our superiority in battle but also.
Jag ser mig om och ser mitt hem försvinna bort. Min tid där hemma känns nu alldeles för kort. Blott ungdom, knappt en man då plikten kallade mig. Om jag får se mitt hem igen det vet jag ej.
I've got the best to get you high. High as a vulture raiding the sky. . I am the hit you need. Starving for attention, you will say anything. . I see the users looking for their fixes.
You walk with boundless grace. Think old thoughts from yesterday. All being lost in the fire. You wandered and lost the way. Someone's always left behind.
On a dusty shelf, burried over ground. In the corner of the attic. Where the bats come out and play. Oh, they linger on. . Preserved, embraced in silence.
Who's there. Walking the shadows I fear. I am in deep. The nightmares they won't dissapear. Leave me alone. . Lay down. Lay down your arms on the ground.
A distant vision. in the closest of moments to my being. Standing free of design, an entity of my own. And with eyes opening, it shatters within a breath.
The integration has taken hold.. We have risen from our roots.. We have seen our vision through.. Awareness.. signals. (the end) start of progression (the end)..
Al llegar a la epoca de la banda. asaltantes habian elaborado ya. las siguientes posibilidades:. Primero: dios no existe.. Segundo: dios existe y es un canalla..
hunger - and the world is reduced. reduced to the surface of her skin. like a spray of broken glass. his bones began to fill with words. . like a monolith once lost.
Taking a look at myself and all I see is an empty man.. With nothing to do and nothing to lose.. The weight of the world seems so much stronger.. When your faced with the truth of living with yourself.
Fight for your life.. What are you waiting for?. How many times do I have to tell you. that you're not who you say you are?. How many times do I have to tell you.
You're gonna reap what your sow. welcome to the end of the road. you cheated your way to the end of the rope. now it's over. so tell me there's no hope.
You sense there's a purpose. Of a higher life. A force in your heart. As if you were revived. Brand new grounds to explore. Before the night arrives. .
To see one's self is hard to explain. Last night was the first notion of this. Once again real life and dreams are whirling amongst one another. Space flight navigator.
Where I have nothing, fearless and old. Find out what you are, back in time. (No, I won't! I need this! Truthless!). Once you've had enough, break out.
Camminando in rima al mare. all'ora del tramonto. fra la sabbia e il vento. l'onda adesso ci sta accarezzando. solo quando penso a te. sorrido dal profondo.