wandering In an eternal quest In the forest of souls Searching salvation In their shadow realm Apocryphal invocation And infernal psalms Whispers at the wind
to me! Your voice like an angel Whisper me. Between blows of anger All my sentiments around you Come to me! The darkness is near In my dreams I can feel
She's like the wind. Just a fool to believe She's like the wind. Just a fool to believe She's like the wind. Just a fool to believe She's like the wind
invented myself; I have created myself; I am just a form of dream English, words stretched with skin and fear. From my eyes in my skull my father observes this immense and kaleidoscopic dream
we would change things a bit, only by loving giving away If loving each other was enough, if loving was enough I would do a dream of this world, an eternity
Centuries of dark shall crack open the sky A dragon is waiting and watching the light Ashes to ashes and dust will be dust An evergreen land where
and night, and night and day Always drifting on his dreary way Always been drifting on his dreary way Closing round vessel's track When dreamers seem to be Weltering through eternity
're my constant vision, reflect of my heart I remember your eyes that never say goodbye I want to tell you that you are my star An eternal rainbow, an eternal sun [chorus] Infinite dreams
as king upon the throne of pain" And midnight of hunger ripping forth with hate As vengeance chimes thy fate Upon an altar, a song played upon the wind
a dream becomes reality Your dark dreams / Your agony are far beyond your sanity The cold wind / dries my blood The blood that I gave for an eternal
blasphemy of the darkest atrocity Welcome me, mortal beings to a world a cry of fear Incursions to evil shattered are your dreams My breath, a torrid wind
an elegy Forever confronting the sadness that the music brings The cold nights have awoken me But my soul is still asleep Drifting by the wind
[Music: Patrick] From the day my eyes first open Voices inside started speaking Lullabies like faded memories of an Eden in eternal spring Where at will
before the Fifth Cataclysm, here between the two rivers in Ur the Dreamer waits! And when the seal of the seventh city is broken, then shall the dreamer
s my destiny A passenger of the dark The wind cries tell me, tell me Who killed Norma Jean, have you seen? The wind cries, tell me Can you mend a broken dream
Dark Stone Tomb With an Altar An Altar which Serves As a Bed A Bed of Eternal Sleep The Dreams of the Human in Sleep Are Dreams of Relief A Gate out
III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness] In an age crucified by the nails of faith When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands An aloof Countess born an obsidian