Dalszövegek
Thalarion

Salty drops of my tears Flowing down my face I can't get rid of my fears Where are you, there is still no trace Where are you, where are you Where is

Kill your death - you're infected It's got you - penetrating to your body Lasting worry - you will rot Your desire - desire to stay alive HIV - it's

"The man divine", two-faced pharisee He's not just shadow in your fantasy In every second man his eyes can be seen Alas, his truth is not a cure for

When the night will bring a while of my end I will fulfill my fate in the hands of death The only thing filling my heart Is a desire to see you dying

Said the dreamer My dreams were nests or horror, Whimsey-wrought With orts and shreds From old abysses brought Where eyries built by condor-winged awe

This is the story I will tell you. It's happenned long before I was born When the ancient rider Zordrak met the dark goddess of war Nayanna Amidst the

At birth a witch lain on me monstrous spells And I have trod strange highroads all my days Turning my feet to grey, unholy ways I grope for stems of

To be thrown out to this world By the mother that doesn't want you Why to live? Look for the way back In the absurd groping You live this life You can

Look at your inside And you'll see your image Image of deep thinking Image of oblivion You'll accompany with thoughts The shadows of morbid dreams Schizophrenic