The hand that smothers all dreams Can never be lifted From your tormented lips Flew the infinity of pain Cut down the voice And let the echoes rise To
I lost you to the distance I sealed myself away For nothing you said Could touch me anyway There was something you said Can't remember your words Something
screams through our souls With the vast storms it walks Proud destruction in human form "The last rainbow warrior is dead! Behold the rising of the furious dawn
Under the constellations of ruin Under the cruelest crescents to witness They march with the pearly tearflow following their path Hollow troops of Yersinia
There is a tragedy deep within this soul A dark aura made of stones of sadness and vast void of longing On songs of sorrows maiden the swans drown in
I held the stars on my hand the nightsky in these robes The world under this wand in the garden of the misanthrope I felt the fading starlight the folding
Deep traumatic illusions opens the gateways within Into the surreal Master's garden The hallway .. ::. :: leads to the chambers of Silence We would
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Haven't we lost it all, allready: Blue skies turned to evergray Each dawn turned blacker so deep the embrace of dismay ( We could see our fantasies
Shadows dance on visions fabric veil Reality becomes obsolete as I walk through the wormholes Through the forlorn stars by thoughts gone too far So many
Rain falls black from the skies gray as tears they fell from the throne of the Almighty...Cosmos Beholding a star that has been lit above me I fall before
the Devil dances through the awakening spring field In the music of mourning from the weepings of the broken hearted (created) ...Drunk from their tears
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The Heart of the Wanderer has been sewn into my breast The Soul of the Hermit has been blown into my shell The Icy nails of Misanthropy are hammered through
I found my Way into the heart of the forest where the early mornings dew still rested upon the sleepy grass Where the evergreen trees sleep their enchanted
Silence is born from sorrow eternal seem the ages now since we grew in the garden of longing Wind sang of loneliness Touched, my soul was from the winds
foulest. My farewell to mankind. Lame is the weeping sun as it in all fierceness lowers behind the horizon. This, the last sunset on earth tomorrows dawn
I dream ... moon came behind the clouds revealing a black tower, this tower rises in other reality, yet I?ve been there several times ... in dreams