Helpless limb, silent minds,. Vulgar mass, eats your flesh. Putrid carrion, lasting pain,. Eaten life, death is certain. Pain, scream, groan. Your blood is like a.
Corsica. One of many drug-running points. The mafia hundreds of people strong.. A great deal of them are young, unexperienced men. In a hot July afternoon a.
Tear your empty soul apart,. in the name of the holy gore.. . Flesh is gone, soul is gone,. existence gives belief for the dead,. uncertain step without a chance of life,.
Rotten past in our minds, open the door of destiny.. magic step to unknown truth is a secret of ugliness. Rotten, grey memory brings the hideous recollection..
Come down to earth he mentions. Full of his best intentions. It's now time for an occupation. Time to make some money with that. education. . Come down to ground.
My eyes burning in disguise so bright. Feeding my soul with pain. I am disgusting to this world. Lead me away from here. Disheartening believe broke my.
I'm walking over the plains. Alone with my sorrow. I want to bury it where you lie. My imprisoned sun, caught in stone. . Now my friend the moon. Covers the earth with hies green coat.
Every nearness is so far away. and loses itself in shapeless silence. - a prayer without wings. . And we drink the holy wine. and stain winter's serenades.
Well, I hear the singing of the wind,. the moon spreads her wings over this pale world,. memories are frozen in the fog of the sunset in which your burning kiss is lost,.
I stand - at the shores of my life. With you - and we long for the sky. I take your breath - before you take (mine). . My heart away and before I ask you to stay.
When a forest dies and hearts are asleep. with unforeseeing fascination. I was there and they were silent. I screamed but they were silent. the trees standing proudly in their white dresses.
I can see dense hazes. which cover me with their clouds. I can see dark clouds. which near inevitable. it is the time to wake up the eclipse. this is the time of inevitable eclipse.
I think that life is not only this touchable, fugitive. Which, though so beautyfull, passes away so quickly. . You used to stand behind me, I felt warm touch, heat, passion.
coming into the blazing chamber. I am reviewing myself in the flames of black art. I can hear the plaintively singing of an unknown song of the night.
I'm taken away by the sound of your voice. Like a snake to a charmer irresistible force. You turn me into a dog on a leash. And I'm trapped in this world alone.
I was once betrothed to the bonds of friends. But life too short to hold. Help me to go away. . Woo-wee, wander for warmth. Cold spreads throughout my body like cancer.
Gently hold our heads. Gently hold our heads on high. . Aimless time in fear now hide. Overthrow the plan. Confusion lies in all my words. Mad is the soul.
[music: Nicklasson, Henriksson]. . And although it can be argued. Whether time will ever come to end. There is an overcoming sense of failing. If you never can see the end.
-----------------. (Lyrics: Sundin). Beautiful, oh web of stars. that looms amid the sons of Earth. Enfolds me in thine sylvan arms. that unity's vehement charms.