in the beauty of your eyes. unblanked your deceit lurks. the point were my mercy dies. I'm sure my spell it works. . curse, curse, cursed you are. if it's jealousy, I don't care.
Take them o'death. And bear away. Whatever thou canst. Call thine own. Thine imagine stamped. Upon this clay. Doth give thee that. But that alone. Take tem o'great eternity.
In this world full of winded corridors. Cities like maces, towers like thorns. I'm not my master, not at all. Cursed thoughts lead me to my fall. . Broken thoughts, broken dreams, broken hearts.
The road behind is crumbling. Time is paved by agony. So many signs before me. The way ahead I cannot see. So many things that I long for. The way ahead it ceased to be.
"Elisabetha.... Elisabetha..... This is the tale of. The Blood Countess of Transylvania. 15 years old she realized her true ambitions, inflicting pain.
Mankind's nature isn't free. decisions for a greater will. guidelines for hypocrisy. fate just another mighty thrill. in the core of our mind. our highest aim is just control.
the creation of thoughts. a process which never ends. our life guided by an idea. a construction of a plan. in the end just a goal soon. clearance reaches my mind.
All my desire are the flames of the eternal fire. Strange winds of time killed the flames. Blew out all the was mine. My heart was. My soul was. Neverending source.
Lines of time, drawn to an end/constants of fate, never thought to be bent/the fields of destiny already are prepared/failure and glory are not to be shared.