Faerie Tale

Gather round and listen to. The tales I have to tell. Of demons, death and misery. In this wonderland called Hell. . The things that children dream of.

Face Of The Prosecutor

When The Storm Is Rising You'll Se Him Coming. Through The Night. Dressed In White With Golden Rain In His Hands. You'll Feel His Whisper Touch You Like Kisses From The Wind.

Forest Of The Horrifying (outro)

Fantasy From Pain

Night breeze stiffens my muscles, trees bend in the street light. Leaves rustle by ominously, a chill quakes through my mind. Though tear drenched eye I witness, this innocents demise.

Flowers Of My Youth

Oh! My crushing soul. Through my ebony tears. Falling on the fading. Flowers of my youth. . Voices from the dark ruins. Of cirith ungol. Kutulu beckons me.

Fire Spell / Forbidden Lust

Once You Want To Learn,. From The Seas of Ideas.. Once You Wanted To See,,. Through The Walls of Values.. Once You Wanted To Run,. Inside The Labyrinth of Ideals..

Fear Of The Dark

I am the man who walks alone. And when I'm walking a dark road. At night or strolling through the park. . When the light begins to change. I sometimes feel a little strange.

Falling

North winds brought him here. While the devil was laughing. Stealing the wings of the storm only by his own. Carrying the dust of death on his skin. Dust from faraway deserts.

Flowers Of The Evil

Flowers Of The Evil. . Through The Steadfastness Of Centuries Growing Up. Are The Dead Stalks. Dimly Glaring In The Moonshine. Are Cold Roses. . Putrid Stench Of Flowers Of Evil.

...fireshine Of Lightnings

...Fireshine Of Lightnings. . Darkness Fulfilled With Demise. Hearts Are Mortified By The Gloom. Cold That Burns The Life. Turns Eyes Into Ice. . Night Is Pierced With Flame -.

Free Of Filth

Convictions, stronger than ever.. I will never fall apart.. As i live within my convictions,. I'll leave the weak behind.. My sight is always focused,.

Finger On The Trigger

Saturate yourself with the stench of stupidity,. it seems you're addicted to playing the fool.. Inhale the lies of beauty. and fame they've got you trapped in a losing game..

Force Of The Serpent

[Aha-Hith's conception]. . And the serpent falls from heaven, he descends in human form. In this night his seed will arrive, in the womb of the gypsy whore.

Fold

I feel like I don't exsit. I'm trying to hard to cope with this. 'cause if it means too much. Then it means too much to me. I'm pulling your strings. But' you're pulling away.

Far Side

Failure

Maybe i, I didn't seem to have a thing left to say. I bottled it far away. Maybe i, I tried too hard to find someone to blame. Maybe it's me who changed.

Face Down

I sign at the world. Because you don't seem to care. and if i grow old. . Then you were never there. And yet it's hard just to find. And how i could justify.

Fractured Archetype

Suspended deep within the cognition storm. A shattered perception of existence evermore. The depression born futillity burning inside. Fuels the vortex of this mental suicide.

Fragment Troisiã¨me

Fragment Troisime. . La mort s'estompe-t-elle?. Tout a une fin m'a-t-on dit. Mais qu'en est-il de l'ombre qui svit. Telle une treinte irrelle. Peut-on comparer le dcs d'un tre.

Fragment Sixiã¨me

Fragment Sixime. . Lorsque sous ce tumulte silencieux. Tombent les milles aveux. Et se dchanent lentement les souvenirs amers. Derniers vestiges des illusions premires.