

twindling egarBeyond the shivers Beyond the rain What seems so pain?twindling egar
The blood that brings never-ending screens
The bones that brought before thee
The hatians of the sheep walk us by breaking the echos that slide
With aging hands have forgotten numbing the faith that was to come
Unspoken to those in eternal sleep, begone the demons that keep
This little game the serpent's play, am i marked to sin, or will salvation begin?
Truth beyond lies Death beyond suffering will coming temptation linger
Oh wings


The breakpathsNot everyone can tell as we dwell hearts torn, tongues tied Hands lifted... Left to Right And with that rhythm defined Brings forth the contours of that line thats expresses itself like a mimeThe breakpaths
Who would have thought, seemingly tells of those times we had lunging forward and striding backwards into thy crowd before
With that glowing guide, passing forth into that light Separate passion to do it right cross paths with that blight and glides into a flash that blinds
Is it too hard to see the distance in front of thee Who wou


Welt Fithin the boundariesWith a twist and a flip,Welt Fithin the boundaries
Feelin' the tip of the stick,
Dun stone but rock with thy drums,
As the beat awakens the morning sun,
Along the sea of flames burning in thy heart,
Denial by abstinence, so perfect yet senses fade,
leaving a undefined fate...


Illusions of a faded pleasureOff the beaten vinyl, there it goes, steps linger,Illusions of a faded pleasure
Almost drifting further
Beats awaken, impact for certain as thy heart sounds to a thousand
Thou shalt flip thy woodwork forward, and onto the illusion beneath
Sound that bell that intertwines
Resound that flip flaps and all that claps,
for that certain murmur of what's to come... fades into a mirage of torrents
Listen and feel, thou shall not yield From deep within screams a hidden name, what shalt it be who is to come and make a


DiscordiaTo understand love You must feel hate The fire burning Beyond hell's gateDiscordia
To understand warmth You must be cold The winter storm Of this world unfolds
To understand peace You must have war The pounding of flesh Above agony's roar
To understand joy You must feel despair The trembling of your bones B
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Puppet girl your strings are mine.
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Puppet girl your strings are mine.
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