bleed silent are the moments of our own desires shall we ever hear again our silent screams at the end of day we'll become the fire the burden of solitude
blossomed and thorned. I'm burning all my roses tonight with intent to purify, Flames to burdens disintegrate to ashes, purification flames to burdens
strong enough For burdens doublefold They'd crush you down Down into nothin' Being born is going blind And buying down a thousand times To echoes strung On pure temptation Sorrow and solitude
remains is burdened sufferance? My mortality looms, in its visage is doom And it's speaking to me alone The years will unfold but what is the use? In solitude
solitude I'm having my rest. In the deep dark ancient, where my blood not will be frozen, In my lonely mortal wondering, darkened by burdens. Emptiness
life's verdant tendrils. Ever so black. Dull ached crouches on my chest. Stupidity a curse. Intelligence a burden. Innocence is bliss. United in our solitude
I speak to fragile forms in moving mass To men with intent awry To solid forms of Earthen mind Whose burden equals mine
[Lyrics by Galder] Wake up to another day in solitude Awaken from a trance of despair Fear of the animal within Unleashed from emotions buried deep Forced
silence Crazed eyes follow my stars Locked in halls of solitude Exitless rooms, paths without end End my pain Useless days increase the burden
be Protecting me The emptiness Is hindering My self control Pinned upon my fucking life I'm burdened with The hollowness You my friend A lifeless being Solitude
I've been hurt before, I don't want it anymore I'm safer in my solitude I don't know how you got this far How am I supposed to live a life? Burdened
earth The pen will be his mighty sword and the truth his defense I've traveled roads that lead to wonder I've seen cities rise and fall The burden, the
I feel greed, ungracious oath through current flows, through solitude your stroke my cheek, this weird voice a mistry night where my lute cries This
enough for burdens double fold They'd crush you down, down into nothin' Bein' born is goin' blind and bowin' down a thousand times To echoes strung on pure temptation Sorrow and solitude
cross These days the search for detachment and solitude Lead to retreating to fortresses no one would dare intrude Then there are those whose restless burdens
would never let you know But I've run pens dry for you Words into pages Pages into hours So hold me still in my contempt Alone in my own burden Keep
t strong enough For burdens doublefold They'd crush you down Down into nothin' Being born is going blind And buying down a thousand times To echoes strung On pure temptation Sorrow and solitude
poesie ou de vertu, a votre guise. mais enivrez-vous. et si quelquefois, sur les marches d'un palais, sur l'herbe verte d'un fosse, dans la solitude morne
