Feel the ground the mourning soil close your eyes and lay confront the passage of time eternity which you cannot betray barter away this haziness down
her sadistic smile, the devils grin, her thoughts so cold, my thoughts so grim her lips leave such a bitter taste regret and sadness, Blood spills from
: Feel the ground the mourning soil close your eyes and lay confront the passage of time eternity which you cannot betray barter away this haziness
her womb? Highest of divinities I worship you before your womb On the plains of Nysa I lay When I awake I mourn alone Love will take me far from
with the Play-Doh spine Let's be friends from opposite ends Wave to the kid, don't hop on the fence Play to the radius far and away Orbit wide, don't
lay upon endless sands Worship a voice beyond my own On the plains of Nysa I die; When I arise, I mourn alone Your love fails me far from home Embrace
endless sands Worship a voice beyond my own On the plains of Nysa I die; When I arise, I mourn alone Your love fails me far from home Embrace my
she paints upon my loathsome canvas She is the dark one... As a bird I watched her from my cold tower in the heavens and when she fell from the northplace
(An unobtrusive observation from the outside, of the steady degradation of blossoming life.) All consumed with fire, raging on the injustice defiling
Arise death - the unresting stream wash me clean from the filth of old to allow my spirit to breathe far away from its tenacious hold Mourn not when
all in back of my mind where i hold you i'm just trying to keep track how far back it really goes and i'm living in lack of the blood sent from the heavens
The enemy has come for you Hear the pounding thunder hooves There's no time to run or hide Draw the weapon from your side When they ride out From morning
grim tapestry And mourn the world once promised me Beneath this canvas monochrome Wrapped in the shroud of this grey home I'll paint a picture Nothingness surrounding me As far
prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, - The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires
nest would fall. But he was always safe from dads rage Cause mama sacrifice in his place. Two dozen years of the blood sweet and tears. Avoid the mirror, losin' her hair from
Away from the living - the time has come To gamble for gain - To tear down the gate And see what s inside We rock the ball Been smashed to the ground Arose from
This shining city built of gold, a far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep. A city of evil
