Head trip on the scene again. Pumping in the veins of the rabid mouths to feed. Head back, obsolete. Trapped with the secrets that I cannot keep today.
Then I saw a great white throne. And Him who was seated on it. Earth and sky fled from His presence. And there was no place for them. And I saw the dead.
Her throat is soft, her lips are red. Her thighs are white, her heart is dead. Jezabell. Red rope burns around her wrists. Her blood is cold a serpent's kiss.
I've been blessed by the great pain of living. My path is hard, my way is damn heavy. Through the cold, ice cold snow. In the cold I will walk alone. .
I N T R O: FLÖTENSOLO. . Hab's schon g'hört hab's schon g'sehn. wia die Leut' da Schlange steh'n. das Produkt ist neu und heiß und es kann was keiner weiß.
Words fly at me your so spiteful. i feel hate at the same time. you love the position i have. or is it the power i have on you. You echo gestures my shadow cowers.
This body feels frail. what have I done to deserve this constant bombardment. and now it's time to stand. do you want a piece of me. I will serve it up to you.
I'm just like anybody else. Let's start it once again. I'm just like anybody else. Yes I am. . And if I thought this to an end. It meant that nothing is ever meant.
This is the life of a finnish man. when youre walking in winter snow. Your toes are icecold. You are what you are told. This is the life of a finnish man.
Music by Waltari. Now, I take a huge breath. you're in deep cleanness,. so far from the mess. The clod touches my skin. gives me strength, I'll win. life's not so damn thin.
so i shut my self down again, and wipe away my surroundings.. while the pain in my heart reminds me of time spent and forgotten.. alone but capable to see through your shit, i will bloom into what's unexpected of me, because your fucked up reality has driven me to this insanity..
When something so special. Seems to slide away. The truth is most lethal. It's breathing in your face. . When you coming to me. Tell me what's going on.
when something so special. seems to slide away. the truth is most lethal. it's breathing in your face.. when you coming to me,. tell me what's going on.
Jesus paid the ransom with His blood. Said, He rescued me and He washed my sins away. Jesus paid the ransom with His blood. Said, He rescued me and He washed my sins away.
Som en gammal isbelupen drake ligger Jkeln tung. Och vitgrnraggig nedfr branten mellan tvenne toppar. Stjrten lindad runtom hgsta. Spetsen, buken spnd och stinn.
[Musik by Vintersorg]. [Lyrik by Karl-Erik Forsslund]. . Som en gammal isbelupen drake ligger Jkeln tung. Och vitgrnraggig nedfr branten mellan tvenne toppar.
When dormant eyes burst open. So we can see the way. Destiny has spoken. And there's hell to pay. . The skeptics light the candles. For the eternal night.