The Seventh Gate piosenki

rising love above life yeah, the lights are on - but it’s still so dark for me I’ve got this mission, but the outcome is bleak I’ve got feel for you, but i keep them all pent up inside fallacy of love, burning deep inside all pent up in me how can i recov...

as the sun decays images of the dead girl in the backseat with sullied panties of milk and blood silently a tear rolls down her bruised cheek tasting battered skin maybe i just want the world to die pierce the skin with fingertips penetration into...

rain harvesters trading pieces of flesh with god to reveal the secret ingredients of our demise locusts twitch to the tune of blasphemy blinding us from the numbness of this life the gory details of drunken molestation poured down this morning searing e...

goddess of weather - spins her wool in my ear gossip and woes of angels - i do hear unknown vile i keep inside dwindles and disappears - when she is by my side she sings her song - her praise of life that i know - not of my journal lay - unopened in m...

I take this gun out of mouth and point it right at you I take this gun out of mouth and point it right at you licking warm blood - off of soft lips caressing the cold - stiffened idea of love inhaling her beauty - her encompassing scent soft rain - dro...

I saw in the right hand of Him that sat in the throne a book written within that was sealed with seven seals and i saw a strong angel proclaiming with a loud voice "who is worthy to open the book and loose the seven seals? No man in heaven, nor on earth...

the dust will pile higher and higher memories will only fade spirits will one day rise feel the fire burn my eyes i will bathe in the waters poured from the sky inhale dark winters thoughts of decay don't remain fade away scaling the walls...

turning the strings of my mind undistinguished knot of hate stolen knot of fear of waste dew on the furthest limits lividity of hatred against you rubbing raw against your game plays of dreams and circus schemes cuts and bruises line her face t...

she knows the pain and suffering the obedience of the sick mentally fragile to the point of exhaustion inner disease is famine to the outer shell the sun is gone from this world the roses wither and fade all gone left no trace only bruised h...

mary shelley once said... the world will not be a better place - til we strangle the last king - with the guts - of the last priest 

handing out handjobs and fingerfucks to the poor traces of incest that appease the masses hints of abortion linger in the smoke that emits from the rubble of glory a passionless murder is whispered just as silence has once chilled our streets c...

start by etching dark secrets into your arm with glass and inject the filth of your sin and depression beneath your foul, dying flesh taste the stench, the decripid aroma of a dying world virgin lips smeared with semen choke on my love i'm roadkill...

stare into the sun let the disease infect your eyes feel the rapture of her cold kiss her cold lips filled with worm juice pressed against your beating heart cold hands run trembling still over smooth skin aching from the years of abuse and neglect...

we are the ones that were and shall be again laying idle in depression while the elders sleep misery sweeps itself across the skyline