[Vultures Fete] Beyond the wall, there's a land of gold Hard to believe, but it's for real A prolongation of your dreams It has been there since the
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Mad Messiah falls but hallowed you were sanctified your fantastic lies were followed by the weak and blind they believed in you so badly and practised
Cross the sea of souls On a ship of mist Towards a shining glow You are leaving you As every man shall do So while your body dies You reach the thousand
[The Guardian - Anger and Damnation] Pain - doesn't matter much to me I was born out of chaos of time So I knoe what suffering means Rage - I am black
I'm your nightmare Longing just for you You can hear my breath And I can hear yours too Like a creeping shadow Hiding from the day Wait until the darkness
I'm burning - in fire So hard to stand against the flames Deception - who told them About the magic I possess? The power - from your well Are slowly peter
The crazy man inside my head Waking up with empty eyes He envies me, wishes that I was dead My common sense wants to see him die Taking over more and
I'm rumbling down that street of mine There is no sun, but my car still shine I'm burning rubber on that road With my four-wheel drive With explosive
I am the lord of the fallen The ultimate rebel from paradise A philosopher free thinking breed The sovereign of anarchy Legionaries of every tribe This
We are the elder of a race We are sent to see we are one And I am them all We are neither black nor white I am a paler shade of eternity and what You
Dreaming - hagridden through my fear By the circe of awakening Stranger - take away the dark and Save me from insanity In this place unknown They seek
in you and me He is the king of infinity Dark angel of sin He's calling to bring Preach me the sefer Jezirah Dark years, Fata Morgana Black tears falling
That's a night my mind Has erased eternally You're accusing me of murder But I'm not that kind of man No! I don't remember where I was But I didn't do
I miss the evenings the small talk that we had I miss your presence the good things and the bad I smell the morning air the colours of the dawn Things
Transcended angels with dark blasphemous names shadows of god beneath the altar of christ they appear with wings broken and burned Free from heaven and
Leviathans from my bed everything is spinning around my head in the ceiling there is a hole a black nothing wants me to come I believe that all our fantasies