Hell must know There have been worse things I've done I'll hold out these hands Receive the sound Approach these days Will we accept the things we must
She is gone, leaves are falling down The tear maiden will not return The seal of oblivion is broken And a pure love's been turned into sin At the dawn
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Part I Violent Fecundity A gift for humanity My violent fecundity The Harvest Time has come to be I lay the world to rest. Mortals pleading for release
There is a place far from her home She strayed her path too long In that wood, she found the stone Lost souls should never look upon At first glance,
(McNabb) When day is done, wind in my sails, With confidence, how could we fail, Fingers can pass through fire, And somehow not get burned, Hang your
Cowards form the veil. Sampling of the salt. Desire looking glass. In evening they shall come. Pity stains our hands. Insects bite my eyes. Forever calling
Like maggots, they breed with headlines, dining the wounds in breathless cadavers. Mirror blind and aimed for gold. Now watch a terror turn on its own
Hell must know there have been worse things i've done. i'll hold out these hands, receive the sound. approach these days, will we accept the things we
She is gone Leaves are falling down The tear maiden will not return The seal of oblivion is broken And a pure love's been turned into sin At the dawn
Created from the limbs of god, an angel of bone and filth, Has risen to wage the war of hell An act of doom, at dawn has brought forth the dead. Ashes
[Schaffer, Barlow, MacDonough] There is a place far from her home She strayed her path too long In that wood, she found the stone Lost souls should never
Like maggots, they breed with headlines, dining the wounds in breathless cadavers. Mirror blind and aimed for gold, Now watch a terror turn on its own
[Lyric: Cornelius Brastad] THE SKY LOOKED LIKE AN AUTUMN FIELD SHIMMERING GRAIN AND LIQUID GOLD MY FAMILY AND ME, FLEW WITH THE BUS WE TOOK OF ON THE
[Words By: Richard Lynch, Music By: Richard Lynch] Robed with white fine linen His bride behind the truth He's waging war and conquering False prophet
Перевод: Blind Guardian. Жатва скорби.
