etait Une somme de choses simples d'une vie Dans un etat appele harmonie L'homme prosperait, le monde embellissait Dans cette ere de paix le roi s'appelait Promethee Promethee
bonheur etait Une somme de choses simples d'une vie Dans un etat appele harmonie L'homme prosperait, le monde embellissait Dans cette ere de paix le roi s'appelait Promethee Promethee
I am the Promethean Tragic figure in this dream Dream known as life I bring spark into the lives Take the molded, show them fire Fire's the spark in their
In orphaned seas, where the haunters of the dark Weep in solitary madness The poet grieves a dying muse Flowered in sin, where the smoldering earth bequeaths
Your windows closes I am crucified there shall be no more mockery of the gifts of the gods no more comparisons no more distortions my heart is heavy as
Your window closes I am crucified there shall be no more mockery of the gifts of the gods no more comparisons no more distortions my heart is heavy
Seit Zeiten schon schmerzt eine Wunde die klaffend da das Leid genoss, das sie erschuf seit jener Stunde in der die schwarze TrA¤ne floss. Sie geifert
This is the sound of our days Burning the light of our nights This is the sign of our times From my mouth into your eyes This is the beat of our praise
he is an empty shell - shell-shocked luciferian soul he is an empty shell - drained and sealed he is an empty shell - penetrating cold he is an empty
in the wordless chamber they feared death desperately thus they clustered to the fruits of the earth craving dispersion as if to avoid knowing why in
And again he came to cherish The comfort of mysteries Inspiring and far away timeless in the moment They painted immortality Forever drawn towards the
... and after years in dark tunnels he came to silence there was nothing... he realised that the cheering cries of worship were but echoes of his harsh
... and as if awaken from eternal sleep he sought a mentor for he no longer knew his position "It is time after miracles and I am its prophet I have
"I Hereby Commit My Body To The Ground Sterilised And Wrapped In Plastic Foil Being An Object Of This Space And Time This Body Should Remain Concealed
teach me the tongue of fire so that I may set the world ablaze for it is cold and this blindness can no longer give me shelter teach me the tongue of
when all is dark there are no points of reference and we no longer navigate by the stars we just end up somewhere ...nowhere... where lights are dim
... he looked upon the world and saw that it was still depraved as him though not like him for him, as all but closed like them not him unaware he