And from the ashes a phoenix rose With wings made of gold It gently touched me a touch of relief I was ready to start a new circle Hoping it would never
No-one seems to care about. No-one seems to ask. Behind this face there's wasted memory. Caught beneath a mask. This heart will beat another day. This
When something stains your pride And leaves you back with despite Your vain attempts to blank it out Troubled, in a state of doubt Both inside and outside
Huge and ashen and overfull Roll the clouds to crush the horizon And affliction drops viscously As sleep deprives the mind I would just need to learn
I'm still pretending I'm still with you I'm in the eye of the storm I'm still longing for your taste Please release me, I'm with you Dark is the season
Give me the sleep, I need to forget My pain and my sorrow, my grief and my dept Give me the sleep, I need to forget Hypocrisy, cruelty, hatred And if
And then, with a glistening beam of vivid light Spring was gone and summer drew near Pervaded our minds and our eyes were blinded with delight For a short
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In a plkce where no shadows fall I will meet you again Below the moon and the stars Where it all began Where no shadows fall We will meet again Where
It's not my fate to ignore these vicious thoughts. I act like a stranger, I'm not supposed to be strong. I come undone. Don't even know where to start
Werde untergehen und auferstehen Erhalten durch elixiere gemischt aus blut Wer will mich halten, wer mich toten, Wer solite sie loschen, meine glut?
The downfall - a pleasure to watch it in your arms Flaming red inferno, we relish the dying horizon With fiery thorns in your hands You strike stakes
First leaves touch the ground Shadows are to be our company An age draws near In which days die away Die softly When the light dwindles When the curtain
These days are burning down Every death is an end in the race - no arrival These lives - just ripples In the stunning widths of space - slipping away
They pass me when I close my eyes Ragged lines of ragged grey Grey their faces, grey their hands Grey the ghosts that haunt this land Their pain, it echoes
"Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will" -Joseph Glanvill- Someone told me there
Pain over my soul Another morning gleams outside the world A new days dew moves in What do I breathe? What paralyzes me? As I inhale the cold air from
Masks concealed the real mourning No noises were, were allowed Misfortune came with large steps Enveloped the future into a shroud The bride wears The