The healing nails sting my bleeding heart Takes my breath away Tear myself apart The little girl in my bed has a gun to my head Looks into my eyes And
I construct a mechanical smile And face the solid wall, with pride Loosing, falling, tears in our eyes Swirling like diordered flies
As the earth does weep the sun being set Each flower moistened like a melting eye I have deserved all tounges to speak their bitterness over me The lake
HA?yt over kalde takers gys Steg vakker sang fra alvers sal Skogkledde A?ser i mA?nelys Vandret han yjennon ukjent dal I grA?nne dyp, A°ak mA?rke trA
Music & Lyrics by Hoyt over kalde takers gys Steg vakker sang fra alvers sal Skogkledde aser i manelys Vandret han yjennon ukjent dal --- I gronne
Music & Lyrics by H?yt over kalde takers gys Steg vakker sang fra alvers sal Skogkledde ?ser i m?nelys Vandret han yjennon ukjent dal --- I gr?nne
En sigende take hang i slorete strimler langs bergveggens kam Et ode frostrike la for mine bare fotter spir av is, is av livets kilde Langt borte, bakom
Original theme by Jannike Tveiten Arranged by Austrheim & Ole (Instrumental)
Blood is my passion My only obsession My darkness is everything The hunger for sins running through my mind
I don't mind the agony, the dying thirst or fading hunger Mystical, the smell of fear, fire breeds the pain inside me The horror set in me, twisted minds
[Music by Vold & Frode 1993-97, Arr. by Vold, lyrics by Vold] We are the lanterns of grief come forth and visit us we have stories to tell and knowledge
Sweet child, I wish you were dead Sweet child, I wish you were dead Dry your eyes now, little one Shut up and listen, hear the screams in the night Rage
A passion of tears close my soul as I reach for your caress Let me die in your flesh while the heavenly bodies burn out before our eyes let me die and
Shine for me, misery Devils rapture their coils Suffer the fathomless end Until we parche, with sermons, again Strangle me slowly Enter my palace of pain
Talking to an abstract, yet figurative image of myself Seen vagely from this dim and misty place All those beings are like faceless and with tranquilled
To these pale spectres dwelling in the blackness of my sins I behold her swirling tounge floating in my swart lake I can almost touch her limbs Cloaked
I ride the psycho path in pain Into the foreign shores I'll never walk again Just call my name and I will be your enemy Just call my name and I won't
I dette savn dine oyne nar meg Du ser meg gjennom lys og dimmet morke Slik en endelos reise fra min sjels uendelighet Vil dette bli en reise fjernt hinsides