[M&L: Beretta]. . The demon awaits; he's laughing at Artan now. A red sword in hand, in the eyes a burning fire. [Bridge 1:]. Into the Hall of Darkness.
See him shining red and gold, rocket boots to make him fly. To defend the innocents dedicates his life. Evil ones all around, till he crush 'em to the ground.
["A hundred years had passed. Man would face man, and with the vast armies of the mad King, the dwarves and elves faced certain destruction. Even though weighed down by the tremendous task at hand, the leaders of the free peoples inspired hope and courage among their ranks. Ilmarion spoke proudly of honour and sacrifice to mounted knights, Duviel the Elven Queen gathered the elven archers to her in great lines and Grimmdane Skullcleaver, the foremost warrior and general of the dwarven race commanded more than twenty perfectly squared cohorts of armoured dwarves. Their banners waved proudly in the air, though the Islander could easily count five times that number in grey banners. And so this day their doom would come."].
Alone in the darkness. Walking on the Ice. Thinking in your mission. Waiting for the fight. . Its comes face your fears. And afronting over the montains.
Astrophysics tipped the scale. Dimensional fractal nightmare. Celestial mechanics signal cleared. To find out if there is life distant or near. . Erase hypotheses quantum.
[Music and Lyrics: Dunkelkind]. . Wenn der Tag traurig in die Dunkelheit flieht. und ein Klagelied erklingt, von den Winden der Sehnsucht, den Trnen des Lichts.
Verse one:. . This be those zero mutherfuckers and I'm full of that liquor. Man fuck your team fo' they don't make paper. Better roll much quicker. Niggas think I'm token.
You are the One, You are the Chosen. Thunder and lightning strikes in your eyes. Stand and guard until the End of Time. So it's written, So it shall be done.
No voice, no singing,. I call at the distance.. . Only like sad whaleos songs resound from dark fog. Mournful the soul lacerating lamentations.. . Only the silent wind, this one my tears dries up..
Oh, how stone became for me this world,. The world which once in my heart I liked to carry so.. Oh, where has gone the rare flower,. Whose thorns haven't stopped to throttle my soul..
There is nowhere left to go, tomorrow never gets here. to this abandoned ground, where I can sleep within. . Now the air is dark, now the coldness breathes.
at times, as you look. into the void. she glares at you too. reveals her true face. the face unrevealed. by words. nor with gestures. is it shown. . the face with no feelings,.
Scheue nicht Gefahr noch Leiden. Lebe nicht von vergangenen Herrlichkeiten. Liegt auch Stolz in der Erinnerung. Das Alte wird nicht wieder jung.. . ...die dich hassen.
(You must unlearn what you have learned). Your insecurity becomes you seen through a veil of untamed hate.. The compromised morals ill wade through compromising morals of your dreadful mistake..
(Pain has a face allow me to show it to you...). I cant believe my eyes! how can you do it to them you motherfucker? how can you live with yourself while they suffer? sooner or later you will fall, sooner or later your time will come. How can you pray upon their innocence hammer of justice crushes with a swiftness. I will bring about your death. How can you take away their innocence, their innocence youll destroy. How can you strip away their innoncence, their innoncence ill defend (till the death) How can you take away their innoncence their innoncence youll destroy. How can you strip away their innoncence their innoncence ill defend. Never ever will you partake again i will fight you tooth and nail until the end..
Caught in a Woodsleep. Miles Down the Crypts Beneath. Desert Sands lay Deep. Sworn to an Obscure Belief. . Shapes with Serpent Faces. Watchers in Deathwish Cry.
Thunder and Fire Raping the Sky. Lustfilled Desire The Weak Ones must Die. . Warriors of Death shall Rise Tonight. Coming to Kill the Morninglight. Nowhere to Hide your Time has Come.
Delicate downfall. Impetus, so now fly. . [Fu:]. Sincerely begging your pardon in a solemn mood. I proclaim my sorrow, the answer to your dreams. My quondam time is the quondam time in ruins.
Corrosive perception, the eternal zeal, mindtrapping devotion, the scorn of the void. Your urge to submit to the ascent of a few means corporal wit, a disguise for the blind.
Aright retribution of thoughts. The strongest pain is fine to me. . Criminal desire. Addictive acts of mind control. Unconditional. Internal pain. The unconditional retreat.