I raise my sword to dance. and make disease like a caim. I travel with ancient gods. only silence above the stars.. . Many years and patience past. hundred battles which shadows cast.
Thru the thick bright ice. I see the thundering sky. Cold I feel on my skin. Move I can't, ice covering me. . Thoughts crawl into my head. Wish I was soon to be dead.
My cold goddess of the night. Squirming under my spiked fist. She's giving me all carnal delights. Submit yourself and drink my blood. . I am the bringer of hate.
[R. Nattefrost and J. Nordavind]. . At the great wood's mouth,. by the deep cave's door.. I listened to something. I had heard before.. . The wood's mouth..
Nothing can stop the pain. and nothing can stop the pain. suffering from anxiety. it seems like an eternity. Somebody somebody kill me. somebody put my out of my misery.
Are you scared of yourself?. Hiding your feelings, suppressing your hate,. denying your wish to die, locked up mind,. so afraid of the fire. . Paralysed, choked on greed, co-existence in war.
All my weakness has disappeared. My spirit now feels so whole. See the stars shining for the world. Hear the wind dying to be heard. . Unlock my chains.
Brought To Earth With Hell In My Blood. Unreal Powers I Release, I Raise The Flag Of Hate. Just To Let You Know That Your Time Is Gone. . Son Of A Bastard, Purgatory Awaits.
Insipid fumes bellow. from the atrabilious. chimney.. In the sanetified. crevet I calmly pillage. and rake. for hot dry. powdered human slag. still steaming in the.
Intenacious, intersecting, reaving fats. From corporal griskin. Culled for sodden gelatine brayed. . Skeletal groats triturated, desinently, exsiccated.
Intenacious, intersecting. Reaving fats from corporal griskin. Culled...for sodden gelatine brayed. Skeletal groats triturated, desinently. Exsiccated, sere glutenate brewed.
Please tell me how to think. Please tell me what to say. Please tell me what to do. Please tell me how I should behave. . Please tell me what to sing.
Girls stay away from us.. We're breaking hearts all the time.. Yes, the cliches are true.. Yes, we don't care about this.. Yes, I want to be alone.. I need to be alone..
Straight forward this all falls into place.. I can do this on my own (I know I can).. I seem to be the only one awake.. Just please, don't give into them (give up to them)..
nothing is what we are. silence surrounds our presence. no longer can we speak. the days why can't they end?. a different kind of magic. controls the few of mortals.
Instrumental. . I Dance Of The Fay. II Magic / Entering The Tower. III Dance Of The Fay (Reprise). IV Soulsflight. V Towards The Unknown. VI Choir Of Angels.
Lyrics by Leif Edling. "Edge of time, the dawn of our heaven. all is black, the return of the fallen angel. amongst us, a devil in disguise. the preacher of the wicked.
I'm standing up, I'm sitting down. A precious jewel - creation's crown?. Someone is holding my breath. Someone is finding my fears. While the self got lost as the world appeared.
Acid spilling all around. Flesh decaying falling down. Your criminal friends have left you now. Death greets you with gory hands. . Into the acid. Into the acid.