[Music: Christophe, Lyrics: Sven]. . Murder. I have been embraced by suffering,. No longer human, I stalk my prey. To kill and gut all surrounding me.
[Music: bart/Thjis, Lyrics: Sven]. . A darkened room re-opening at the stroke of twelve. Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image. The fridge-cage opens serving a putrid stiff.
thy eyes pierce crimson moonlight I sleep in lunar. spheres. I awake within the land of beautiful. darkness. nocturnal love. theres no sun in shadows.
I lie empty, no thoughts in my head. Just knowing what. tonight will bring. The somber shade of star lite sky.. It begins when I close my eyes. Awaken from sleeping.
Is this just a preparation. For what is soon to come?. Another life might be waiting. For me to enter the tomb. . I am not the only one. I am dying to find out.
[Music: M.Carlsson / Ablaze My Sorrow]. [Lyrics: D.Linden]. . I can't close my eyes. Staring straight into the empty sky. Feeling trapped an overfilled with lies.
[Music: M.Carlsson / Ablaze My Sorrow]. [Lyrics: A.Brorsson]. . There seems to be no meaning. There seems to be no hope. There seems to be no meaning.
[Music: D.Linden / Ablaze My Sorrow]. [Lyrics: K.Lonnsjo]. . There is things about me you don't know. There is feelings in me I'll never show. It's an eerie sound in my head.
Shivers herald an upcoming possesion. The urges to create set us ablaze. Demonic art sacrificed to the night. A monument of malicious sonority. The most precions gift for the everlasting cycle.
Schmerz ist das Wissen.... Der am meisten weih,. Der fiihlt am tiefsten die schreckliche Wahrheit,. Dah der Baum der Erkenntnis nicht ist -. Der Baum des Lebens....
Souls of infidel men. Is a fertile soul. Like dusky forest grow. On fallen leaves. We draw the essence of mortal weakness. Holyness - the worst gift of light.
Running but an end is not in sight Trying to escape the claws of god. Lights are hunting me to take my life Inquisition tries to make me. burn Flames burnt high I have seen my brothers die.
Not a senseless life - but extinguished now. This is the long awaited end. Not pain - a sort of harmoney I feel. As I look back - staring at my body. Lifeless - but not without bearing.
What means imagination. If not the trigger. To pure hell?. The chaos nova of our vision. Closed the fissure of the night. After the mirror of the void was scared.
Enter the path to the realm below. Where evil sleeps and darkness grows. For you don't know where I've been. And you don't know what I've seen. You can't feel what I felt.