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Weary with concealment from the living Time to break the eternal rejection To arise from an unhonoured exile Purposefully leaving the infinite depths
[Van Drunen / Daniels] Marching into battle to a war you do not know read the fearfull faces make them look so old the homefront says its prayers wishing
Born to bow to the altar of the lord Learn and pray Watching you from above to dominate Manipulate with this book Caress an abstraction It's only in your
not so long ago, on a cold december day you let my father die in solitude and pain once he was your son, and baptised in your name if this is now you
i can't control my bloodlust anymore there's no way back for me after all these years of pain and oppression my eyes are now to see the maggot that you
Imprisoned in imaginative walls Stoical glances reach no destination Fallacy, looking for salvation Points of contact are missing for an etemaly Bearing
Deep in yout mind in a subconcious voice Eager to call, he who's guarding the gates Feast of evoking, he who comes from the depth Circle of Seance, in
Where silence reigns and blackened is the day Lurking deep down in a watery grave An entity awaits its hundreth prey As its only satisfaction is to
[Van Drunen / Van Drunen, Daniels] Two religions both so wrong but both will preach they'll make you strong one means evil, the order good terms I never
i have this terrible urge the need to take what is yours a vulture circling in the sky preying upon the weak run away - you're my prey, fear my greed
Incessantly prevalent and magnanimous Fulminate, convincing and inviolable Lodging the earthly shivers Determined not to be vanished Because it's prophesied
2000 years ago someone died he is known to man as the son of a god [subchorus:] what kind of father lets his son die? his time will come; an eye for
Moving forward, driven by speed This instrument is made by hardened steel Its goal is to crush with a fiendish power Remorse is a term abolished for
[Van Drunen / Van Drunen, Daniels] Behold my final testimony I'm the survivor of my race hear the tale of sadness and genocide where the species disappeared
a soul made of ice and the invention of fire didn't melt my heart it got even colder my soul remains frozen as it has been for a thousand years no feelings
Entered with perturbation Unexpected hospitable spirits An experience by mortals Threnodies and death-bells Prevailing silhouettes At this place of calamity
