Invocation - the blood peers through my veins. I cannot see the face of eyeless hell. Invocation - for the knowledge of the cold. Dark and grey - like a machine.
A bloody Friday October 13th. Inquisition takes its course. King Philipp's armed force. Templars are blamed for conjuration. They are said to be heretics.
The last night has come, and dawn will never come. The sound of kettle drums spreads the hymn of Hatred. Into the war we come, its time of the last battle.
When blood covers your eyes. When death dances around you. Your laugh in her face with despise. Because the time for your death has yet not come. In the sea of blood, and storm of fire.
There is a place where evil lives,. There are woods where people die,. At midnight blood is more precious than gold.. In the Northern Carpathians..
Gods! give me the power. to destroy the christian gods. give me the rule over the fire. to burn the houses of god. . Give me the power over the wind. to crush the forest of crosses.
At midnight wind was blowing,. Transylvanian snow was falling,. from the bloody womb of woman,. Son of Dragon was born....
Open your eyes. At least try to see what you are creating here?. Tell me, do you really think. That I can't see through this hypocrisy?. . What do you think?.
I won't run or hide. Nor apologize. Accepting defeat. Is so unlike me. Often tried but never succeded. I can't be hurt. I believe in me. I'll walk my way.
I won't run or hide. Nor apologize. Accepting defeat. Is so unlike me. Often tried but never succeded. I can't be hurt. I believe in me. I'll walk my way.
Our peace. Is now in pieces. But what else would. You expect. But we're nothing. Nothing in truth. Here comes. The internal. Winter. Where innocence forgets.
Ascend, Faceless. Naked, I am yours. . See me naked, I'm dying. I needed you, my face is f.... . Ice Nerveshatter, dead and dreaming. Bow to me. Bow to me..
Keep me chained down. So I can't move. Cut the light out. So I can't see. Keep me weak-willed. So you feel strong. Cut the air out. So I can't breathe.
Into The Wasteland. . Into the wasteland we ride;. Aftermath of this guilt-stricken world. Misled and deprived... conscious... A call to arms. A pawn in this new world order.
And this is where I stay, in between the in between.. No more cold winter days.. No more sudden tragedies.. If you really want to know me take away the human heart and stab it with.
Surrounded by leaders. We are the dregs of life. Do not panic, leave no trace. Pretend to not care. Do you ever dream about making a difference. Do you ever dream about making a difference.
Trying to remember the names of the places. Where we used to go when we were young. It's so weird that when you get older. Feels like time is going faster.
The cruelty of this world persists. The cold wind speaks for our lost. Whispering words, weaving worlds. Her time has come, alas. A man of stone with opened eyes.