wrap myself around you and breathe you in This love is a scary love Like birds in place of doves Clenched fist in a velvet glove Like a train running over us Like
feel like i've tried enough So, you never know When the smoke might blow around your way Oh it's hard to say How they're gonna read the ashes anyway
[L: ROSSOS] DEEP IN MY INNER SELF BURIED IN ASHES AND STONES WIND AND RAIN IN MY SOUL A FALLEN FAIRY GODMOTHER IS WAITING FOR THE LIGHT [REF:]
nature I praise Thee For the landscape of Scandinavia Thou spread snow like wool And scatter frost like ashes Thou hurls down Thy hail like morsels Who
Still I walk with open wounds but the third is now rising Through the ashes of a dying love, a new soul is born Watch the feathers like snow in the winter
cuts on thru like an arabian First one steps, dies from vocals of buddha's breathe What's next? ashes left standin with contacts The buddha's criminology is like
the Hennessey wit no chaser, flip my fo like a O I doubled it up, and I changed faces Fight like shoelace keeping my flo locked down like mental patients
Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm
and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war We rule like
gold does not glitter Not all those who wander are lost The old that is strong does not wither Deep roots are not reached by the frost From the ashes
time when flowers rise again growing over pain forests burning bright fire finds new home the air blows hot drying fruity minds ashes fall like snow
solicitude of SATAN! Burning their churches, jagged their whores. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust... As they please us to rip them off like porks! Tryggvasons
another senseless week of crowded thoughts and crooked teeth morning frost and frozen sidewalks all those days that burn inside us swell up in the silence
are now those archaic deeds in the mist of time, and the Cimmeries testimonials sleep in the obscure silence of the tumulus like ancient relics, mighty sigils to fragile ashes
life on earth A world of echoes, dead and buried cities From a time of shame Gods disciples and their words are just ashes Among ashes in the atmosphere
the songbirds Stilled by the killing frost Forests burn to ashes Everything is lost Horizon to horizon, memory written on the wind Washed away like footprints
you find in the Spring. At Autumn they turn and as copper they burn, then fall like the diamonds that bleak Winter brings. From the beginning when hour - frost
Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire
