?m your song A hard rain?s gonna fall I?ll take your glory I?ll take it all I?ll take your territory Delirious I?m in delirium I?ll find that equilibrium
White rose perfume go with thee on thy way unto the thy shaded tomb low music doth fall lightly as autumn leaves about they solemn pall. Faint incense
Together we have discovered the languid fatigue of love interrogated all our beauty we've turned each other inside out. Drowning in Ebony Tears. The
to the wisdom of this equalateral place. Rebuild thy strength here in forest equilibrium. Through irreligious choice in forest equilibrium. Through irreligious choice in forest equilibrium
Our pleasures be joyless doleful experiences. We seek not life's beauty but cherish its funeral aspects. We crave the (mis)fortunes rich in their non
Dark oceans we cry, writhing in the misery, cast spit on the love that lay at our feet, the intrigue of pain we crave it's mystery neglect to explore
Tortured self worth, abstracts of wrath, released from attachment human reaction. Muted unable to realize images of your designs soul sacrifice a blessing
The serpent she writhes in knowledge for rebellion and heresy, the serpent she thrives on knowledge for beauty and ecstasy, the night contains me, exults
Sepsism, impaled carnage, cursed fates Depressive breath of anxiousness He, who worshiped vandals Through the golems of septic concealers During the
fishes Trees and animals, fertile soil, the nature This power, the light, the life This is the price you pay for unbalacing an ecosystem equilibrium
[Words and Music By Joe DeGroot.] Spiraling universal spectrum Cosmic active sonar mind We are on a quest for equilibrium Through caverns that intertwine
Ich will dir von den Edlen singen, der altest Sage mich entsinnen. Ich will Walvaters Wirken kunden aus langst vergangner Zeit. Die Riesen waren die
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Auf einer Lichtung tief drinnen im Wald, dort thront ein Felsn, Jahrhunderte alt, mit einer Botschaft aus ferner Zeit inmitten der ewigen Dunkelheit
Nebel legt sich auf die Dacher, der Winter zieht herein Fur schwere Balken, gebeugt vom Alter, soll es der letzte sein. Das harte Leben, voll stolz,
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Seit alten Zeiten Jahr fur Jahr treffen wir uns immer da, wo die Eich im Mondlicht steht, wo Heiterkeit stets wiederkehrt. Jedes Jahr zur gleichen Stunde
Wild war Wingthor wie er einst erwachte, und seinen Hammer nirgends um sich liegen sah. Horet nur mein Hammer ward gestohlen, was noch niemand ahnt
