in my room, lying on my bed. the air is heavy, hot and still. Lady Luck has left me or i'm under the wings of destiny. which is true i wait for time
Aha?¦.Lost in the mists of Islay. Through a veil of bygone years. Through the exile's hidden tears. One dear vision oft appears, Out of the mists of
Tales from the spirit of gold Hunters come in the night of glory Prophets lying and creating gods Proclameting darkness, my master fall Break up point
(Monsterpiece Theatre overture plays as we pan in on Cookie Monster seated in his chair wearing his lovely red smoking jacket.) Cookie Monster: Oh hello
Wild wind, take me home To the mists of down below I'll be flying come September day With no borders in my way You'll find me home until the May sun burns
(Meghan Hayden's) Wild wind, take me home To the mists of down below I'll be flying come September day With no borders in my way You'll find me home
The light begin to bleed Begin to breathe Begin to speak D'you know what? I love you better now I am falling like a stone Like a storm, being born again
The night is about to arrive The light is no longer bright Dreams cannot rise any higher When the setting sun is sighing a last Above the vast plain
A Lonesome Wind Entered the Pits of my Dreams Swept my Thirst into Shades of Gleams It Spread a Rain of Ethereal Tunes Coloured my Pictures so Freezing
Sie stehen eng umschlungen Ein Fleischgemisch so reich an Tagen Wo das Meer das Land beruhrt Will sie ihm die Wahrheit sagen Doch ihre Worte frisst der
Cleanse thine eyes, let truth appear The world is deceived, judgment is near Mankind is fallen, believed the lies Confused and have not seen the evil
Armed. No it was more than that, armed to the fucking teeth was possibly more apt a description, and the civilians this war surrounded played no real
(Music: Brolycke, Rudolfsson Lyrics: Karlen) I was seduced by the moon when I wondered through my thoughts On the path to my dreams of unholyness
These broken arms won't hold you down These ruptured lungs won't make a sound These syllables won't bring you back, Won't stitch the holes, no bones intact
Several times unconsciously, I've stumbled on the path And seen a mountain in the mist As rain falls on my shoulders, sun rises in the east A morning
Dark and endless stare of sister moon Looking down from upon her throne Ablaze in full and majestic bloom Burning cold Weeping tears of blood wrath and
Arctic cove which breeds our hidden lair Across the sea of thousand swords Wolven clan prepare for war Wanderers of thy outer darkness Set sail All shall
Deep in selcusion Away from the light Amidst the beasts Of this forest of darkness Forgotten slumber Enthroned in stone Remembered not Lost in time
