so this is how it is without your love. so this is perfectly fitting that i sense your body rising up. you're a comfort to taste but i wake to no one
Might and Lust my work No trust is for man Father of unholy damnation light rewarding assistance for an ended life To every living worm Write an omen
Civilians used as pawns in a demon's power games. Buildings crumble, planes fall, blown out of the sky. Shrapnel from a car bomb takes the lives of all
I held the hand that held the rock that broke the glass out of the window I told a friend about a friend who said I'm wrong yeah what does he know? I
I keep crouching in remnants of him Of your memory laying all folded in remnants of mine To carve deep enough to see your neck's open pulse I take whatever
We wrote our names on every bridge and every wall On every open stretch of sand Down through the years we watched them fade away Knowing our love grew
Wings of butterfly inside My spirit revives, I feel The horizon is widening the circle My destiny is in the clouds The Stone Pilgrim kneels Carving his
hate in cold blue patience not a virtue - blood for every sin - hate is my weapon - power is - a game for cowards - i smell your kind for miles i see
In a time now long gone wise mans hands was carving stories into the stones alll over our land. Stories carved in stone. To last for eternity. The runes
I stand above the norm Reptile in human form With jaded eyes I look upon The rest of you with scorn For all that I can see A world of enemies And mindless
Carved in stone is a name I will remember Skin and bone and a heart that was so tender Carry on and have yourself a lovely ride Think of me when you finally
Me viste a mi, cuando nadie me vio... Me amaste a mi, cuando nadie me amo... Y me diste nombre, Yo soy tu nina, La nina de tus ojos, Porque me amaste
[Music: J. Kjellgren& C. Alvestam] [Lyrics: H. Ohlsson] You're never alone Still you're on your own You cannot see the light Although you face the sun
Might and Lust mine work No trust is for man Father of unholy damnation light rewarding assistance for an ended life To every living worm Writing an
This City is lost as I am. Standing still on an unfriendly sidewalk, Staring at the flickering streetlights... Gently pressing my palm against the dead
I see the young boys, they're standing so proud In their brand new uniform I hear their tough voices, no doubt allowed For god and country they storm
Deep in a headphone head lock My head down, hood up And I'll Scrunch my fists, tuck 'em in my pockets, forget about face 'cuz I know I've lost it "Giving