I Shalt Become piosenki

As the words escaped your lips, As a murder embraced your heart, It passed on... Left to question the deaths of the composers, A child wonders of his own fate, But angel and devil remain in dead sleep. 

A prophet saw the fields run red In belief of nightmares and happenstance Crawling from the later The rats come in swarms... Pestilence, seduction, plague and death. 

The maudlin plea of the penitent And the crystal skull persuasion A warning of proverbs and hyperbole Oh, sing the song of attrition! Tripping through the light fantastic The world twisting time Bankrupted by a poisoned chalice. There are days and th...

Dig a shallow grave And the dirt remains under the nails Run for the hills Because the sky is falling The hazy blur of a new vigil. Starfish Prime So in for a penny, in for a pounding. 

For all the suffering She still cries for the lost Gone and gone She only knows the dead. None and none... 

Dead flesh paints such a tortured picture, It bleeds as the others but no one pretty like a corpse. 

But a lie to distinguish the guilt Of affair and murderous hands. 

Once the lost man Drifted further into unknown minds See everything bleed And then the remains in weald. 

The finest cut of the scalpel serves its purpose. The aftertaste of the hemlock matters little. The slowest twist of the knife opens the wound. 

A shroud to cover her miserable dreams, And the wind cries death... 

And when the soul was lost Fell as the forest closed There is no end in sight... 

And so a siren sang to me Come here, haunted And thus, closer still You will have lost your heart The days pass And the screwtape letters read true... 

The dissected presented On a cold, steel table A Kübler-Ross model? Aesthetic lover Already decayed. The devil's workshop makes us a stranger. 

"To tomorrow, to tomorrow, and to tomorrow Creepes in this petty pace from day to day, To the last Syllable of Recorded time: And all our yesterdays, haue lighted Fooles The way to dusty death. Out, out breefe Candle, Life's but a walking Shadow, a poore...

Heart like these desires To surrender to a grasp adored Your beauty deserves my love The pretty ribbons Tied around her neck 

She in mask and wound, Gazes at where the dream lies. (A thorn sleeps in her eye) She stares into the darkness, From behind her cold stone mask. 

There was nothing but failures... Deprived. Bereaved. So she wept... 

wander on this dark path, In a night where a spirit cries, Here it is eternal winter, And I feel so cold... And the spirit drifts away... Here it is eternal winter, And I feel so cold... And the spirit drifts away...