Slowly crawling down the hole I came from A voluntary return to that which drains me completely Fading breath Thinning blood Twisted body parts and all
Dried out memories fragmented Do you still remember the chain of events? Reaching a point where you stand on a road in solitude laughing at the universe
We tear apart the foundation we were given Since our nature allows the questioning of what we are Our torment given as a gift to use for whatever purpose
Flee Spitted upon Burnt nerve-sensors Bending up the floating Heavy cloths of strangled brains The destroyer reviving the agony of giving birth brought
Overlooking the fall towards the abyss Wondering in which breath I choose to fall Reaching my end? When the mandrake speaks its last words I will seize
When tears of wrath turn to strength again the words burn holes in the prison walls and black rays of light pierce through Substantiate themselves to
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As I talk without reaching through Exist in a sea of mumbling fools Interact without giving of myself Ghostlike wandering through dead cities Walking
The images sprung from the blade of my kingdom and with it a burning Ring gave its way onto the night dying like sterile souls of unborn creations White
me a chance to have my say, And my tears that fall are broken by the raging storm. No stones been left unturned in the castle of the legions, Not a soul
Im fading to grey, losing all track of time. (I'll die, in your own storm) Im shattered in pieces, (lift up my eye) I am falling this time. I open my
sign: for the fires burn bright, the fires of blue, and in the end it will burn in all of you." The war will come, apocalyptic storms of a tortured
Smashing through the boundaries Storming through the burning fields Stand before the evil one Look towards the morning sun Falling under skies of pain
In the world around you Finally insanity In death has found you. On the edge of life Trying to pull you under Deep inside the storm There's a raging
, no legions will follow my path A stranger to my own shadow But something's wrong I can feel it to the bone When I stand on sea and shore Storms will
dei tarocchi Che in casa aveva un gatto con gli occhi dai colori differenti E lo chiamava Bowie Di origine persiana, come i tappeti sui quali Sherazade Raccontava storie
a plastic stool He's making more in one day Than you've had.......hot, hot dinners Call out your legions, the savior is loose Telling true stories you
filth yeea Lalalalalala [Proof] Ayo my style bust holes in the earth Crush the crust by the dirtiest Be the specializing in stoppin breathin My legion