venner er borte. De er sagt og bedt, de siste ord. I stillhet - ingen sirgetaler, - ingen minnestund. Bare jord og blomsterkranser, - regntung kirkelund. Regntungt tak over nyspadd grav
Baby, can you dig the light? This is the end of the tunnel I always heard there'd be some sort of light I finally reached the end of the tunnel I always
Clear your throat 'cause i can't understand a fucking word you say. You're running out of prescriptions to hide behind. There's only so many places to
Nails seem to rain from the sky. A curse upon the common man. To be chosen to disrupt this harmony. An honor only to the spiteful, the heartless, and
Speculations mean nothing when it comes down to it. You can assume all you want, but when the sun burns out and the freeze begins, its going to be that
And the time shall come to pass when we're no longer given breath and then nothing shall see what monsters we have become
Sometimes I get the feeling that I am stuck in some sort of dream, unable to wake up, yet able to watch my entire world collapse around me. Time is such
look upon me for I am the end incarnate i am the vulture that feeds on the eyes of children the last breath of the fading, poisoned vial the birth of
into darkness, a riptide of plagues in its wake. Here is your purity in our children's hands. Empty eye sockets reflect of burnt out stars and hollow graves
Digging through the yards of bodies, to finally emerge. My hands carry the scent of the soulless, the soul seeking. I hold out my hands using this frame
A dark obsession with her frail form, laid upon this table. Eviscerated with surgical precision, lacerated far beyond infinity. A thousand hearts to
Forsaken in past passages. Told through the eyes of legends. The seed of the one who has been cast down and spawned within this last hope. From this
of this earth, retribution fuels an unholy rebirth. Break free the chains of this earth for retribution. We rise! We have risen from the grief of the grave
Lifeless torsos decompose hanging from the hooks in the walls. The monotonous sound of dripping blood echoes through the halls. Passing through a candlelit
Baby, can you dig the light? I finally reached the end of the tunnel This is the end of the tunnel And there is no light Where is the light? I always
