One voice, one power, the people's will arose, Slew the tyrant and burned his castles, brought down A supreme blooded pestilence once more Under the
Vertimas: Dangus degs. The Dream Is Dead.
: One voice, one power, the people's will arose, Slew the tyrant and burned his castles, brought down A supreme blooded pestilence once more Under the
door This is it, and nothing more, deep into the darkness peering Long I stood there, wondering fearing, doubting dreaming fantasies No mortal dared to dream
down), No-one but yourself is to blame if you presume to walk upon water then drown. Now your bridges are burned--it is time that you learned there is
is in your asshole and you just lit it To live is evil, evils to live, you learn that Put it in your holy bible and burn that [chorus] Words
head I'm holding in my hand Is it possible, the heaven is the hell? Perhaps it's my own terrible dream Clipped sacred heads seem to say to me "That's
the pulpit bring the cloven to their goal? But if he's the work of mankind and the beast our morbid dream This dying planet is our heaven and our hell
souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a better Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens PAN DAEMON AEAON And what
An Archangel in bondage Bediademed, souled With a murder of ravens But no less Astarte to behold Abandoned by Heaven To the dead, dark and past Cast
my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me
gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed me gifts from the grave Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would
Hyperborean Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun Iconoclast Before thee angels clasped In nakedness their ochre flesh Shall yield to thy advance She is
! no Don't leave me here in this storm weathered cell No! no! no no no no With prophets and losses And dead men from crosses My fate is a preview of derelict
