setting sun The brink of your vision Eternal youth is A landscape of the lie The cracks of my skin can prove As the years will testify Say your prayers
earrings and curly locks 5. Haata bajra aura dwajaa biraajai, Kaandhe moonja janeu saajai In your hands shine mace and a banner/ a sacred thread adorns your
bloody line A drop of yours, a drop of mine Nothing's free Eternally Nothing's free From your conscience or Free from the consequence Free to sin and death Free till your
Play the cards and I will deal Cos I just want you to know (loving you makes me feel) In times despair, the way I'd feel would be [Shaz & Mel], Unconditional, eternal
insane sanity And try to invent hope for Those who have denied Never seen Never touched the wisdom of pure pain Don't compare your souls to mine Use your
hell, go to hell, won't you be told? I've sold my soul, go straight to hell your paradise doesn't sound too fetching, it's not only your souls which
When you praise my name i'll fulfill your expectation looking for an answer that'll dignify your prayers What remains when your savior becomes human?
the dark Sinners meet the saints Bloody river overflows You don't really care Setting on fire Your own freedom Played the hardest game Now you will burn Your eternal
face the Eden-paradoxon, we must transcend logic into faith on the pathways through the event-horizon Acknowledge holy singularities and recreate balance within a dualistic eternity
The holy trinity is rotten All the saints are slain Religion is forgotten To the winged demon-lord we pray We will rule - If not now, than in eternity
walls of these dimensions Paint a picture of our eternity And we'll sing the songs of Heaven Be the chorus you have chosen We need Your grace To echo the saints
slumber Pray for us who need your care Staring at this vase searching for my muse If lovers die together are they forever fused I?ve heard love?s eternal
our time is over. The chest aches and swells though in eternal sleep, in eternal sleep. Fret not, my dear, we'll meet again at Saint Peter's gates. Reignite
I'ma gonna knock your teeth out the back of your neck You might have little girls crying and shit But the Detroit thugs aint buying your shit Run
