I just wanna, I just wanna. I just wanna go back now. . The seasons may come and your luck may just run out. And all that you'll have is a memory, oh.
First of all you will eat all the bodies. No matter they pray for freedom they'll kill you. Forward you crush those going backwards. The wolves are now your lords.
I'm sitting by a lake. But it's not of this earth. The water is so clear. And the birds are alive. A mirror for the sky. They see themselves. And fly away.
A deep voice is rising. From the heart of the mountain. Vibrations of the stone. I can hear in my heart. . The call of instinct. The flight of the powerful.
and even in our sleep. pain that cannot forget. falls drop by drop upon the heart. . and in our own despair. against our will. comes wisdom to us. by the awful grace of god>.
A deep voice is rising. From the heart of the mountain. Vibrations of the stone. I can hear in my heart. . The call of instinct. The flight of the powerful.
With my heart black as the night I feel no pain while I kill. Blood runs warm as I fight against you. In my dreams I have seen the light but it is fading away:.
Aggrandize their strength. Focalize on their might. Mobilize troops of race. A war in the street formalized. Weapons support wasteful efforts. Deceptions appear in their eyes.
WINGS. . FAR AWAY FROM THE CITIES IM BURNING.. SIRENS ARE SCREAMING IN MY HEAD,. CORRUPTED LIFE FOR A CHANCE TO FEEL SOMETHING,. PLANTED MY GARDEN WITH GUNS.
There have never been gods and devils,. But there were people who were turned. Into them by others and trapped in divine incarnations.. No act of spawning was my birth.
Only we, we spirits who become free, have the presuppositions for. understanding something that nineteen centuries have misunderstood: that. integrity which, having become instinct and passion, wages war against the.
In the midst of wave. Unconceivable Evil. And we are drowning down. Into the forgotten city. Oxygen becoming treasure. Is it time to choose. ...yes, it is....
Jaunting on maps of our bodies. We wandering through vastness of inner and outer space. Through and through. Immersed in love of will.. . I am laying on my back.
We wait in hiding, we lie in wait. We secretly draw great plans. Of spaceless kingdom of the soul. Of triumph of the will. We wait in hiding, we lie in wait.
In the midst of wave. Unconceivable Evil. And we are drowning down. Into the forgotten city. Oxygen becoming treasure. Is it time to choose. ...yes, it is....
Music & Lyrics: Pierre Kartner/Broineer. German Words: Michael Kunze. . Was wird sein, wenn die Sonne für uns nicht mehr lacht. und der Tag ist so dunkel, wie sonst nur die Nacht?.
Originally performed by The Anti Nowere League. . Another bloody night. Another damned place. My head is fucked up. I've got another face. Too many bites.
Was wird sein. wenn die Sonne für uns nicht mehr lacht. und der Tag ist so dunkel. wie sonst nur die Nacht?. Dann siehst du zum Himmel. mit Tränen im Blick.