Four arc lights. Moving stealth. Two ride up north. Into the barrel fear. Desire to share. My valiant care. Downtown Hanoi. We are drowning in purple
The pyramids tremble, darken the sun, (the) sky tums red They reached the wall of no return (and the) breeze has stopped Who wore the crown will never
I drown in ashes you've enshrined. Of blissful days long gone by. Concealed behind my dying eyes. This hell of anger and weary lies. A frame of mind,
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Try to see through fainted views As reality disappears in haze A journey between eternal walls ... The senses unfold before my eyes As the endless dreams
I am hatred, seeping blood. The rain, the flood, the grief. I am rage becoming flesh. A dismal, ravaged life. This is pain, a wall of tears. And my tears
What kind of race, lack of direction Just how lunatic, to have a nature so deceit Bewail my reverie, a gambol untried Lure of carnality and silence in
I did taste their only dream As denial was still unborn Secrets beyond those dethroned walls And echoes of a martyr's scream Deterrent vibrates the allurements
Sleep brings no joy to me Remembrance never dies My soul is given to misery And lives in sighs ... The shadows of the dead, My waken eyes may never see
Once prayed to my gods, searching for the whistled memories Empty eyes are staring now, to my feet a land of sorrow I'm the king, sitting in the dark
Thirst and desire, to rule the light For crossing heavens, a futile fight Bound to storm, our minds wave Fervent to sail in deserts of mist Juices like
After the battle is over And the sands drunken the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion The immortality of the gods Sits at their
You, who like the moon at night Haunted my mortal heart ... You who made this ancient walls Shine like divine marble The unwanted breath - through
[written by Wall of Voodoo, from their album Call of the West] [correlated with the cover by Celtic Frost from the album Into the Pandemonium] I feel
By burial this night Nitocrys weaves the spell Down the vault's misty light The lurking Sphinx dwells Agony and nightmare To Yog sothoth they noan Nightfalls
Years of plead, behind the walls Chambers and vaults, Scenes of fright Unspoken Words, in pain and dread 140 lives passed his hands Gilles De Ray's...