Road made of crosses. Way to the eternity. Symbol of the death. So ironic. . But adored by the living ones. Crying their tears. Prying over. Over the cold stone..
Darkness:? No, it's just that disgusting imagination.. The day is no longer a day and the night is glowing. With the hellish colours of a rainbow.. Hollow ambition, earthly emotions, and power which.
I see the past days in front of me. Longin' for something that has passed. Askin' about the future. Hidden deep outside the world. Insincere in my own intentions.
Silence has fallen,. and my burnt-out inner self. has been plunged into. complete darkness.. and not so long ago,. the spark of my stray humanity. used to glow with.
In his room - an alien aura. Glass-pipes ,mortars,golden vessels. He knows all,but he must hurry. Working on what seems so precious. . He's gonna turn this steel into gold.
There is a lime and there is space....As soon as you are. born you are caught in between. Then, you may spend. your life either waiting for your time or wasting your.
Let it be for you a great and high mystery in the. light of nature that a thing can completely lose. its form and shape, only to arise subsequently out.
The fire is out, and spent the warmth thereof. This is the end of every song man sings. The golden wine is drunk, the dregs remain :. Bitter as warmwood, and as salt as pain.
[Music/Lyrics - Lodmalm]. . Darker shade, darker breed. Darker thought, darker need. Pure in heart, clean in soul. Dead in life, empty hole. . Black is the veil that hides our tears.
[Halloween Cover]. . It always seems so easy to tell another lie. Convince myself that you would always give me one more try. You're always there but not this time.
To the caldarium we retreat from these days of rape. Wielding bounty of the harvest that starves this world of the essence that makes it worth living in....
Behold, the blade is nice and dull from the millions of heads. From the millions that we left for dead. Bluntly disassembled, painfully dissected. With an instrument of gore.
Inflamed pus pockets. On throat and related structures. Tonsillectomy with no anesthesia. Streptococci stripped while strangled. Overdose in lymphocytes.
Upon these walls draping outlines of once living parasites. The human as a rotten spectacle. I eat your skin, sheath of epidermis. Fillet of flesh, stripped, washed and tanned.
This nightmare haunts the inside of your eyes,. Whether in sleep, or wide awake, or somewhere that lies between.. A woman's silhouette, perfect in every way, now thrown into darkest regret..
I rise from the depths of the nothing. I'm crawling through razors and shards. Awaiting the final extinction. I am the depression of life. . Broken. Endless.
Blaze of the night, flash of lightning. falls into shadows deep inside me. winds of winter, northern lights. summons the evil, dark as night.. . Empyrean burns, angels fall.
The time drifts backwards, to the moment of nothingness.. Only weeping and silent questions in the deep, deep dark.. . [Chorus]. There, somewhere, in the whirlwind of pain.
Oh, the divine ones. lo thy eyes on these flames. for eleven more times. I will spurn the light, I will burn herein this night.. . And seeth the rise of a-man.