Don't matter, honey, if you are dead Most time you've already spent in bed Your search hast just reached my call The answer doesn't wait there at all
DonA't matter, honey, if you are dead most time youA've already spent in bed your search hast just reached my call the answer doesnA't wait there at all
Traduzione: Dark at Dawn. Illusioni.
The moon has changed day into darkness As we are kissed by funeral winds Marching toward the horizon In fragmantic grim atmospeheres When the mysterious touch of darkness
promised land Our funeral curator - cups the earth with skeletal hands [(II) Tunnel Of Death] [Pt.5 Alarm Bells In Paradise] [(I) Mourning Of A Paused Dawn] Dawn
[Dark Avenger] - The night sets its veil after a gay celebration, figures hails a new king to reign a very old nation, a beast bleeds at his feet after
invaded my sanctuary With the arch-bishop of Canterburry To cause confusion, they drugged my plasma solution Till I saw visions and illusions My body hit the bottom of a dark
wants to go on to the dawn and leave the stress that came with existance Hopin in death he'll find life Cause as he lives, he roams the dark, tryin to
As swells beat your vessel The open sea surrounding seems dark and cold You wonder why men around you sit quiet for themselves Staring into the darkness
found We can blame our wild at heart From now and from the start Here with me deep down in my soul Now and forever, a candle for the dark I need you
Ed was at the end of his rope, an expression he detested "There is no rope", he would scream at the laughing walls There is only the end, no hope, no
like surprise ice at dawn Love comes like surprise ice on the water Love comes at dawn Deprived of the light and of colors The world ends at your window
the ground still my soul is a slave to to the cozen sound the benefactor of the worlds, his daughter, just so frail in a room of tragedy, illusions to
... The spring... I was given the grace once again to behold dawn ...the Gift..It was true. I was there at the horizon of life, at the mirror of
Swirling Void, unfathomable Dark, Inner cranial, Conflict, Wading in detached Reality Infinite Illusion Dark Abstract, Vice-like Grip Subconscious Terror
drool Biting on decay At dawn they live Non-existing Coming back from The darkness Crawling through A spawned illusion In the night of the dark sky They
inner being a consuming fire that spills from the mouth a foundation desired at one with the elements CHAPTER FOUR stable ground with no illusions
