Here I am, faced to you Tell me now whatever could I do ? (Is than now the time to go ?) Today I wear a face born in the falling rain And all I need
: Here I am, faced to you Tell me now whatever could I do ? (Is than now the time to go ?) Today I wear a face born in the falling rain And all I need
and back again Some days it's a sad world let it be What's the point of looking for this power divine? It's already in my changes And every time I hear
To stay stable and cling to EARTH! Sorta similar to the way static electricity sting see Truth brings light, light refracts off the mirror Visions of yourself and
on your way and follow the sign full your own promise and do what's divined the seven seas are far away placed in the valley of dust heat and sway [
not give rise to variety and originality (Helixx Of Anomolies) I never walk with blind sight See through the darkness by a dim light Imploy divine write
light, And your "Savior" is powerless to fight. You must realize that your theology is wrong And we are right. Accept it for it's proven, And the truth
among The earth Mystic seer of wisdom in solitary trance Through divination foresees our future In ancient tongue he chants Vision of sorrow unfolding
wind is blowin' and the streets are getting dark I'm writing you a letter and I don't know where to start The bells will be ringing Saint John the Divine
is blowing and the streets are getting dark I'm writing you this letter though I don't know where to start The bells will be ringing Saint John Divine
So cold and dark the voice of sadness Suffering in endless pain, the truth of all to be Growing back to life through ever blinding darkness Free falling
by Galder and Memnoch] Dreams like dim lights of the dusk We are the knights of incubus Shadows blessed by the night Embraced by the dreadful dark
Of Bones And Frozen Eyes Ravished Souls Still Tortured In Ice The Vision Is Black With Spots Of Red The Goal Is Death And Sorrow To Dwell And Fear To
notes like tears the seven notes - a tragic chord 2 bars of sudden melancholic fall a poem written in minor between dark and light so mystic and divine
, hymns of archaic lore foretell of a time to be Evolving forth into the light, forging a new destiny Through ice and through snow, though darkness and light
