You don't say much of anything When questioned of your whereabouts And I just can't see through the evidence It's evident It's right in front of me in
The birds of leaving call to us Yet here we stand Endowed with the fear of flight Over land, the winds of change consume the land While we remain in the
Not a senseless life - but extinguished now This is the long awaited end Not pain - a sort of harmoney I feel As I look back - staring at my body Lifeless
Paint in blood A sigil of death On fading reflections Beneath this night Master of their infernal fears, I take these burning gates...to reign Pass
What did I close in here? I can't remember ever shedding tears o'spite On this ground, cropping up the fatal frontline Like a soot-blackened palisade
Another war has started and now all life is gone Now the earth is crying and the judging has been done The victims now har started the desperate fight
Gripping you start to believe All danger trust In the end there is no relief falling You're breeding thorns [Chris solo] Cut off from the The door is
[Chriss / Johansson] Here now, burning ambition Scenes from the highway; reborn in a strange land I am the ultimate killer, time is on my side I drift
I want you to die, pedophile. The anger deepens. Satan in the flesh, your day is coming. White-knuckle death grip. I?d crush you with a grin. Fed to the
Well, it turns out to be a simple behavior of ignorant disloyalty Now tell me! Protest all life in lack of connection Challenge the soul on the eve of
Translation: Abigor. Severance.
Translation: Alastor. Sanguinary Embryo.
Translation: Alkaline Trio. Bloodied Up.
Translation: Bauhaus. Severance.
Translation: Orff, Carl. Veris Leta Facies Small Chorus.
Translation: Orff, Carl. Carmina Burana 3 Veris Leta Facies.
Translation: Carmina Burana. Veris Leta Faciens.
Translation: Lewis Crystal. Bloodstained Pages.