Enslavement of Beauty piosenki

I bestow you my vilest dreams I awake on the verge of tears Let's take the lords name in vain let's take the highroad again The heaven cracks and all my fears unite the storm is approaching and Christ, I was right Let's take the lords name in vain let's tak...

The artifice virginal air became the odour of sinful obsession We subsequently trespassed the boundaries of apt behaviour A midwinter night's gleam, almost bereaved of sympathy We drank from all those feeble hearts, we were the masters of deceit Bohemian soul...

I awake on the verge of tears from horrid dreams feeding my fears I awake from the taste of my tears from horrid dreams feeding my fears ...the conclusion is that the track is lost for ever and the twilight is severely severed... Do you remember the rose I h...

Thou greet my soul with a gesture of oblivion And bid me to immortalize Fare thee well, ghastly theatre of mortal flesh I relinquish all believes Saddened I pinpoint the world's tragedy: The itinerant existence eroded by gravity I sought but did not find No...

Gazing at what could have been a lethal doze of her fertile pose what will all these inklings mean if I reveal how deep the spiral go Crystal fecund fancies flew emerged through blood-red veils sky-blue yet dead grey - the winds blew Forced my lofty head to le...

Prudence kept the sun from shining bright Prudence kept the animal from revealing in the night Narcissistic raving, nihilistic craving And she became the torment of my heart Prudence was the context of distress and complaint Prudence kept her purity when that...

The vortex of addiction is out of square There are imaginary catchwords everywhere The ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomania And we crave the spotlight An ephemeral prostitute in the centre of attention My deserted space needs another case of intervention...

All good books have one thing in common they tell you that these dreams are not just dreams thus confirming the extent of our depression and the sole intention... All my dreams are truly wicked if I cannot destroy it I have to defeat it the high road obscured...

The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain Glamorized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most frustrating vain The ship of discipline sink without trace, disappears with the change in the air Suddenly cold in its hurried naked...

Winter and autumn drove hand in hand Dazzled by the light of a perplexed moon All tangled in bohemian supremacy And the tingly ambience of a deceitful noon ...Tangled in grand affection Autumn's cold hand craving in a tight and comforting response While thei...

Blister'd be their envious tongues, cut 'em well like a cunt yet to be satisfied Had I only the poison mixed, the sharp vengeance knife, the suicide Whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell The mortal paradise of such sweet fl...

The heart seeks pleasure first and then, excuse from the deeds; and then, those awkward moments where the suffering exceed The wow echoes with the gust and the wretched silence wail the minutes turn to hours as the tint of mischief turns pale The demise of all...

All dressed with horror but still so fucking beloved The queen of darkness, the empress of thoughts All swept in tears I awoke and beheld She was indeed a sight for sore eyes The raven painted my heart with a daemons blood I fell asleep in a cradle of immorta...

The promised land of joy leads me quite a chase Shaping the vortex moonshine into another daemon aeon, aeon Caught in a crossfire of lust, a dream of strange ambient fusion Dying in the valley of death, As in the essence of the Shakespearian Conclusion As I...

"No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain Its impressions are unmistakable" Prithee... charm me fro' mine mortal guise I fear, by my throat, the evenfall o' youth May I succumb to thee and claim thy most vital kiss... So what are you...

A precious, mouldering pleasure 'tis to meet an antique book, in just the dress his century wore; a privilege, I think, His (venerable) hand to take, and warming in our own, a passage back, or two, to make to times when he was young. His quaint opinions to ins...

Imagine the starry eyed audience chasing us through (the cold slop of) reality Exhibited as mannequins (in a menage a trois), our design would be their wounds We would never follow the script, never pass them but a fake smile And every movement would be motley...