Approach the image filled with fear. As the image grows so clear. Future now takes full control. The one whose past you now behold. Touch - the flesh it is so cold.
Approach the image filled with fear. As the image grows so clear. Future now takes full control. The one whose past you now behold. Touch - the flesh it is so cold.
Fight Fight Fight Fight!. Souls in revolt on your side!. Fight Fight Fight Fight!. You are the one to decide!. . Howling of wild dogs. Initiation into the craft.
Make enemies of truth and reason. In that a rage is born. Start out a promise and a venture. Where direction was never the goal. . How does it feel. To run out of nothing.
Insufficient facts make up for a frail foudation. Breeding the obscene for the opinion customized. Is the insight null and substance void upon these wheels.
neither here nor there in our unity of twine. solitary sanity, traded in for life. . once we crawled into the artificial night. all was left and I arrived on your time.
By the wind and by time, by everything that flees. A torment of my liking: exploring extremes. All thoughts secluded as fear stalks its blooded soil. In the winding path where a chain now rattles.
One endless cold star. Here I stand... following. Thy dark spirit... thy faint light. A path across my dreams. Take me far... into the unknown fly. Over a desert... a snowfield.
On the top of the Falconhill.... I was standing surrounded by solitude. Evening breeze as my only friend. It was a beautiful dusk of November. Darkness wrapping around the hills where paths end.
lies and vice burn my head in obscure rooms. rush of womans' robe turns me to stone. in the door the nightly silhuette. upon my head a rising shade of death.
Jackal, aches for pain beyond me. Bestiality beacons, the anger set free. For there is no pain greater than thine. For there is no gain but the fury inside.
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]. Last of a dyin breed, soil of the Earth. Policed and been hated by the Church since birth. Bent and forgotten was the Prophet in the Prophecy.
Hellchild, be awaken. time to remember the rules. the centuries bleed,. the masters are dead and gone .... Dance again this winternight. past and present shall unite.
By sharing what's divine. You don't become an angel. The devil's got many faces. All looking into mine. A man among the beasts. A sheep among the wolves.
So before I'm gonna try. Your picture takes my last caress. I say goodbye. For uncertain is the way I take. So I will swallow this. Before I close my eyes.
(Hoglan). What have we done?!?. The box has been opened we fall. Three words are unleashed to plague us to the end. Stick around and witness our demise.
Down by the well. There I shall meet Thee. An orchid in your hair. The well near the olive tree. . And our sole place to meet. Alas only brief. Our patriarchs disagree.
Oblivion. . Fill the goblet again! For I never before. Felt the glow which now gladdens my heart:. my heart to its core. . Let us drink! Who would not?.
Dang a dong ding blue moon. It's waking up the beast in you. Eat my heart out. O Seraphine. Deliverance from the beast in me. Don't let it get you down.