hard as lightning strokes Mountain sides shakes by the sound Roars from the horns- Rides hard on the wind Death is the name of the hymn The crests of
clear Forget about pain and feel no fear Spirits of nature live deep inside Leaving mercy and compassion behind Rain falls down and wipes blood away Fallen
Hail to the father of the fallen flame. Acknowledge the supreme Northern (racial) purity. That runs in the blood of my veins. As the nocturnal curtain falls
Come to compromise for all of me that has withered up and faded like a fallen sunset come to compromise and let this music paint our silence like a fallen
If the sky should fall into the sea And the stars fade all around me For the times that we have known I will sing a hymn to love We have lived and dreamed
fatten angels and laid the wildest storms to rest I have tamed the fury of a thousand oceans All I've done to fall asleep A tribute to the dreaming A hymn
the preacher of war We hear your legions marching on us Our pride won't fall to the ground Though you'll step on our tears While you sing a stupid hymn
Days can fade, and lives can slip away. Any song can be silenced. It's time that we start this over. I know what it's like to fall face down. We?ve all
of Light The holy Reek of Putrefaction I'm the Lord of Mortal Remains A Song like my Lust for Darkness My Hymn for those, who are fall Why You make my
He kissed her once as she leaned on the windowsill She'll never love him but knows that her father will Her fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle
Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed). Show me a good man and I'll show you the door. The last hymn is sung
. The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled in the seagull's call. And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall
young Let me know the secret I will hold my twisted tongue Please protect my beauty Velvet skin so pure and white Hear my name resounding Like a hymn
sung its hymn As to himself at last eterrnity changes him the poet reawakens They, like a writhing Hydra bestow a purer sense Calm block fallen here
I've fallen victim to my greatest fear The calendar marks that I lost a whole year Three-sixty-five, barely alive Grace took her good natured time to