I burn, I fly, I drown in a blood red sky, Never mourned, Never Known, So alone, so alone am I...
Take these hooks from my flesh, Cast across the ring of fate By the fire in thine eyes. This Temple is reduced to ash. This Corss this thing of hate
When darkness falls the dead shall rise To resurrect thy reason, Then they shall pray for one more day To flower out-of-season. O rasie me from my watry
[There are no words]
When the fires of Hell have burned to the core, And evil deads are done no more, Then the Earth shall heave with a mighty roar, As angles of death to
Should I follow my heart to the ends of the Earth, Would I find, in time, what a life of truth is worth? Embracing emptiness, Embracing loneliness, Forsaking
Wounded by pleasure in flower of youth, Measure for measure, tortue for truth. Passion is my highest good. Flesh and blood am I, my lord. Lost to plan
Take thy pick and dig thy grave, All sense dies in the life of a slave. Nonsense thrives, they cannot save themselves From the death wish. At the point
I am the silence that enshrouds thee in moments of deep contemplation of loss, And in sadness it is I who enfolds thee in a mantle of darkness, It is
