Desire is over taking me Arousing the essence of my soul Bow to the pressure While tearing your life apart Your denial causes A simple pathetic plea As
: Desire is over taking me Arousing the essence of my soul Bow to the pressure While tearing your life apart Your denial causes A simple pathetic plea
Desire is over taking me Arousing the essence of my soul Bow to the pressure While tearing your life apart Your denial causes A simple pathetic plea
:] "...The Kingly Dead will Haunt You Forever Now Glittering Treasures are not to Steal...They are Sacred..." In Past Ages of War and Conquer Battling for My Immortal Desire
the sky is falling like your name is chicken Little do you know my role The toll, it ain't for the glory nor the wisdom of the ages for the stages of
yet & are you alive? Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests [Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war
men will die at one man's desire and the docile mass will yield all through the ages men will die before their time in an everlasting war as long as
son of great Loda was conqueror still, And blew on the Whistle their requiem shrill. Till Robert, the lord of the Cairn and the Scaur, Unmatched at the bottle, unconquered in war
her for so many ages Will there be a time when taking stops and giving starts 'Cause we're feeding off the love of the land Leaving much to be desired
now what we were meant for. We were born and bred for war. We're scared and plagued with pain. Yet without hesitation we're sent out in the middle of a war
. Oh my Lord, I?m told What have they done to the revolution? They call it a war and claimed it was useless The voice of the ages will never
Through hostile land Drifting through killing fields Alive and dead Craving infernal fire With blood stained desire... I saw them feast upon My dying blood... Some ages
desire You must forgive the system that stole your control And then kill the demons pushing you to fall All through the ages, given men to trial Countless
error revealed. The unparalleled pride of the ancient one now splintered through all the ages. With glory for one the ideal is lost, as is the war:
ages your fires grew cold Claw and fang Your weapons at hand The devil from the mountains Smoke and fire Your blades of desire The wind is with your
