Here standeth I. Mighty and unbreakable. My shadow is the darkness, of this land. All folk fear me... My windows are few... Shining with the power, of
Aah... How beautifully old you are... Labyrinthine earth-world, old already as the tower rose, when the dust and stone rested heavy upon you... No sound
English translate: Visions Of Future Centuries Ago Still I must live on, create my reality that was, await the death hour and depart. I can see the everlasting
I have been here for too long. In this lonesome twisted land. Marshland... It is deep and sickening. I have to find my way back home. Marshland...
I killed my muse yesterday, or was it yesteryear? And I built you the great machine to amplify my fear. Would it matter to you if I say nothing as I
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Dancing round the burning fire. Calling out the names of the dead. Chanting all your dark desires. As you stick your pins in my head. Painted faces
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Trying to think of you as some kind of heroine Trying to think of you is something that will fade with time Trying to think of you is some kind of distant
Through boughs and leaves and stone on ground. I feel a prescence of evil, a silent sound... A village old, pillaged and raped, houses rotten or burnt
You have to reap what you sow And perhaps, perhaps you will grow You have to claim that guilt And accept it as your own Oh why did you come to me my
It?s all coming down It?s all coming down It?s all coming down It?s all coming down It?s all coming down It?s all coming down It?s all coming down It?
Bleeding naked torn asunder Lies busted open your world went under Your truth is a lie ugly and belated. Your mind disconnected your body sedated There
I killed my muse yesterday, or was it yesteryear? And I built you the great machine to amplify my fear. Would it matter to you if I say nothing as I walk
Does it bother you, did it not obey you? Does it anger you, did it not please you? Does it bother you, did it not consider you? Is it killing you, did
Beat down, fucked up. I'm drinkin' blood from the devil's cup. Now what you tell me. I can't even get shit for free. Hey girl, I'll have to go. Ain't
Need it I don?t want it I need it I don?t want it I find it impossible Just impossible to repent Living wih this unbelievable dissent Every door is closed
(They) tell me I ain't real. That I'm a fantasy. How do you think it makes me feel. To be the fifth wheel. No one believes in me. Believe in me. It's