The lies of Christ will lose. the ways of hell I chose. I drink the floating blood. defy the fury of God. . I have turned my back on Christ. to hell I have sacrificed.
Sixteen years of age. The suburb sets the scene.. Sixteen years of rage withheld and concealed.. Doors locked. Curtains drawn. Rehearsals begins.. Preparations made. The axe gets a final trim..
Standing on the balcony, trembling like a friggin' leaf. Its freezin' cold I must be mad its 4AM and gettin' really f*ckin' bad. . There's an end to everything.
I can not breath I'm going down. All I can feel is I don't wanna be around. My head just squeals I can not cope. With all this hurt might as well swing from a rope.
Seven years later, I'm still at war. The flesh and the spirit try to even the score. I thought in time it would go away. But the fight gets stronger day after day.
You are the beauty of life. Carry that thought in your mind. Don't ever think you're losing the game. . Let all the feelings come out. Scream them out loud you can shout.
Imagine you are standing on a stage. In another time, in another age.. They begin to cheer at the sound of your guitar. Out of control, rock n' roll, you are a star.
In darkness I fly. I won't remember this journey. but pain. it will be part of my memories. . Bursting inferno. it blows fire. it burns. it burns oh so sweltering heat.
As you might remember the funeral of mine. After great battle where I was dying. But I return to dwell back on earth to spread. The black seeds of hell to create a new breed.
so dark so black is night around. by nocturnal deed cross the bound. flame burning bright in the candle. magic fills air - creates atmosphere. being surrounded by visions.
(Sagas from the antediluvian Scrolls). . Black winds whispering 'cross the fens,. In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined. Enraptured by the moon's sweet spells,.
The Words of the Forest-King on the Eve of the Nexus:. I am the immortal King of the Deep Woods,. Servitor of the Old Gods of the Forest.... I hear the whispered words of the trees....
The Words of the Forest-King on the Eve of the Nexus:. I am the immortal King of the Deep Woods,. Servitor of the Old Gods of the Forest.... I hear the whispered words of the trees....
Beneath the ice, the endless ice of Pangaea's now axial. Eternally frozen frontier. Entombed for countless millions of years. The lost cities of Antarctica.
A change of heart is no excuse to turn me loose. And I play the part but the fool in me could never hear you. . Fools love. My fingers ache from holding on.
[Written by: Southern & Ritchie]. . I. I can see. I can see everything from here. And I. I'm in the theatre of my mind. I'm plying every role and I wish you were here.
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To revolt is to conform. The game of mine now it's rule. The escape becomes the brig. A step ahead - what was mine belongs to it. . Black blood of corruption, filled with hate.
[M and L: T. Eriksson]. . Born from the sun in an unholy bond. Between night and the day the creator has failed. Blessed by the light and cursed by the dark.