riddle of eternal life The Jinnah have spoken For I have read the signs And I have solved the riddle of eternal life... [From The Dark Past] A face
death But what formed it's true fears Only the wind is able to tell Tell me, what did you see there In the darkness, the darkness of the past? The
memory Taunted by promises What could have been? Haunted, by ghosts of memory Taunted by promises Please set me free Roses blooming in hellfire Prisoner of the past and my heart's dark
standstill reigns supreme Time is non-existent No past to justify the future The Aphelion Deserts A chaos born from solar winds For these storms are
The Bible is the microphone; I read from the scripture Leave it up to you to see the pictures I hover above mc's like a flying saucer With the sorcery to alter the future Present and the past
can't control what comes to be From the past to the present to eternity I am Nostradamus Do you believe? I am Nostradamus That I conceive Master of chaos
all is dark" Then he breathed out his last breath into my ear His gaze already way out among the stars among The ruins of the past I shelter from the
from the time when not even gods were born. - Call of Jotunheim - JOTUNHEIM Jotunheim, Call the Giants of Chaos, all the wolves of Jarnveden, all the darkness
the flesh Speed into thrash Black into death Pandemonium Pandemonium Furious souls In a chaos of sound Traders in black & the dark underground Metal
so far away. The dreams of... Flight for... Pictures of destructed life Miracles of existence Chaos rules - burning fields Tears of sorrow - hate. Journey through the spiritual past
saw it And what did you really see? What was it? What of it? I'm looking through the dark His red fingers flutter by His air pushes past over the valleys
was gone Something there I just can't put my finger on Crys - from the other side calling me Lies - message from beyond curse the priests Why - I don
Passing through matter, I tear onwards. Bitterness empowers my will, Darkness permeates the living tissues of my flesh, As I surround..... Chaos
Prophet transgressor, a demon from the past The marching terror, puify the world There's no salvation, the enslaver enslaved Emerging from chaos Mass
with passion opening on a shadowy coffin poetry once spoken by the innocent child who praises spectral sentiments all the perfumes from the inner past
and all I see A shadow of what used to be Worthy of nothing, going nowhere fast No future, less of a past Where you see truth I see only lies Looking out from
much power? What perversion has taken place that we are governed by fools? * We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs. They'
goods to be seen Winds of winter still blow Through the trees Wounded warriors fall On their knees Before the ravenwing Faces from the past return
