dreams I'm free to cleanse my guilt... Bleeding, I search deep in my mind to find the answers... to satisfy. I need my fuel injection to get the needles deeper within, my wounds
Traduction: Se posent. Plaies.
fission swelling wind rising ash tide of black rain cement seared shawdow traces reminiscent of their last commands instantly one thousand flames arising
never learn to stop falling down Unless you learn to stand up without shutting up You will never learn to start speaking up Unless you learn to arise
I feel the ocean swaying me... Washing away all my pains. See where I was wounded, Remember the scar? Now you can't see a thing... And I feel no pain -
(June 7, 1969) 1. I feel the ocean swaying me ... washing away all my pains. See where I was wounded, Remember the scar ? Now you can?t see a thing ...
essence of raining stardust i'll heal your wounds beloved pure soul in cold dreams grey storming oceans,winds blowing all their rage black clouds arising
in Har-Kuun Beware my friends the demonknight's prophecy unfolds! Frozen! Trapped in dimensions of cryptic grey space phantoms of dying worlds arise in my torment My broken torn wounded
after the other..." And the elite beholds, keeping its cool (keep your cool) Waiting for Goliath to stumble more, exposing further fatal wounds Subversion
death though it has been delayed I have run my hands over the end of his blade Though the cut wasn't fatal even though it was deep Well, that wound's
of your years Voice 1: you felt like history in your thighs Voice 2: you get four red candles Voice 2: on the table with your penis I arise Voice 1:
Barbed words that never leave the mind Echo and cripple from the inside Arise and build anew, express release, seize control Express release, reinvent, arise
fission Swelling wind, rising ash, tide of black rain Cement seared shadow traces Reminiscent of their last commands Instantly one thousand flames arising
of darkness Change all into doom. Foemen are sleeping When salvation reveals Mythic hosts here hold a strenght made of steel. Bravery breaks Number at battlefield Kingoms redeem Wounds
A Deep Insection Avulsing The Bowels Full Of Maggots The Digestive Tract Is Sliced In Sections Pus Flows From His Open Wounds Torso Is Mangled, Eyes
worldly pleasure But deep inside, he was lonely without measure He wound up in a pig pen, nearly dead Then he raised his eyes toward Heaven and he said ?I will arise
Love incarnated There he is, the One Wearing the bloodied crown of thorns His heart is beating with mercy And his peace caused the escape of fear But a silent mist arise
