unfamiliar, but you have not seen him before. Oh... your hand are dirty, the stains of blood will never leave. Oh... your hand are dirty, the stains of blood
the lion-hearted Join in the minstrelsy Wailing in endless grief It eagerly longs for more Broken bodies lay on the ground Blood sheds all over the place The green will be stained
all Good morning The clouds of smoke arise Arise arise full of eyes of eyes Your sons are suffocating their sisters And painting eyes on the walls With tongues dipped in blood Arise arise
life Blood on my sword , your rapture I feel Desire of pain , the light shall remain Suffering screaming, raping my breath Summoning of terror, stained
Quoth the Sky, Nevermore Act II) I stood before my reflection With a beloved adherent Waiting beneath the cross for a purpose To drink my tepid blood
falling soul I slumber against the spirit of time Like a stranger in a foreign world! In a park, along the alleys, stained with blood and tears In the
day was unparalleled in its ferocity, and that the marble walls of the ancient shrine were, and still remain, stained vivid crimson with the spilled blood
despite by the red light in my eyes So, better wake up, drink your blood, follow me and be a god Can't you fucking look into my eyes, watch this god arise
Give me life! You know that I'll bleed for you You know that I'll die by you Die by you! I wipe the blood that stains my face Give me life I carve the
blood-stained crown. Utter chaos supreme. The sand absords the colour of dawn. Nevermore shall they dream, nevermore.] The years went by under a blood
a lamb; behold the voice of a dragon Crying in the wilderness aloud ... This is the veil of pain stained with murder, It follows the trial of blood
river of Lethe floods Overture II: The Arrive "Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni" Swords shall arise from the eastern land The palace shall stain with blood
who sleep Wake those beneath the grass Buried deep under fields Under sacrificial graves In the burning earth Carve runes upon the horns Stain them red with blood
stand beforr you Kill me or die where you stand Ten thousand sons, scream through the wind Burning the Angels alive Shining in chains, Blood stains
Who is at my window weeping, Weeping there so bitterly? It's I, it's I, your own true lover Arise, arise and pity me. Darling, go and ask your mother
