horror, ambigious visions see the apocalypse - rise... Now that the breath has gone the fire claim its might; now that in this dark millenium no master
I am scared to breath you name whenever we dissove to blame; but one day we will learn to fly back to treasureland. Somewhere someone investigates we
You dive into sleep find roses under the door, they seem to speak in trance of youth; "femember who you swore to chose, girl..." I am dead, dead in love
sense of man got banned and mystified... So lead me back, my repertory of grey where I belong and never can be in possibility to lose my weight, my inner peace
whats wrong with a little agony a harmless game between you, the servile and me the deatiny we love each other as we are so hateful and depraved a peaceful
Hellchild, be awaken time to remember the rules the centuries bleed, the masters are dead and gone... Dance again this winternoght past and present shell
"In an earlier age Pandemonium - the first city of hell - stood on a lava mountain while lightning tore the clouds above it and beacons burned on its
storme bear further sons thia is my breed... thia is my cycle of need. If you pay for me - I cannot be. Lost in you and nothing but peace in my hands
your desire among the death and the alive my regency swells at you side I give you I give blood I shell become one with god in your world the genius reads
For lifetimes pantomime transformad into a parade of mountains delivered from the golden doctrines allowed the bleed... ...Bleed to MYTH.
In the circle deep lost me in this gold, gold black a strong arm in these weak days just an inner wish to be forgotten... See, the ships are sailing
