Был звездой, был луной, Был Крылатою Тьмой. Я был ветром, и лесным пожаром. Я был богом войны, Убивал, но любил Утопая в ореоле славы. Все хотели
Well I?m looking at her From a rock ?n? roll tower With the windows, its eyes And its black stained sides That can?t be climbed They?re as slick as wet
Burning inside with violent anger, Burning inside with violent anger, Sephiroth Sephiroth Fate - monstrous and empty, Fate - monstrous and empty, Come
"I" said the little brown and leather winged bat "I'll tell you the reason that the reason that I fly by night is because I've lost my heart's delight
Oh, can't you see that pretty little bird Singing with all his heart and soul? He's got a blood red spot on his wing And all the rest of him's black as
We share a common destination Each person has their time to die But men are speeding up that journey By seeing what they can destroy With their cruise
Long are the shores of this sunless sea Infinite darkness lurking Astral path of infinity Carved into the essence of time Gaze upon their featureless
The seven red flames of the cave are lightning the horrible torture constricted to see the regrets to have had the life from his god Airin sheds black
Machines made for killing at mach speed and more Sleek in design and loaded for war Sidewinding missiles, heat-seeks and sparrows Strafing squadrons cause
Sister of sin Lover of my unwedden night In blasphemy we bathe our unclean bodies We find adoration in the filthy procreation His will is our devotion
Red-Winged Blackbird - Ray Sawyer (Joel Jaffe) The indians say that the blackbird Was flying too close to the sun And the bright burning flames changed
open your portals, infernal lord oh, great opener of the way come forth, hear my calls blast ye forth through the gates unholy master, spread your wings
In a land, far beyond the sun Rules the darkness, faceless magician Black towers which raise into the sky Castle of stones, shadows passing by Blood is
Well I'm looking at her from a rock 'n roll tower With the windows, it's eyes And it's black stained sides that can't be climbed 'Cause they're slick
Like a broken-winged dove, Longing to fly, Afraid to let go of the life that she knows, But wondering why. All alone in the world, all alone in the night
Gods & warriors In a long a gone age Tragic & glorious Where fate turned the page Time was mythical Mount Olympus alive Spreading his wings to fly
Show suffocation beneath the clouds, The crusade for humanity is nearly lost. Fumes of fould temperament thicken the air, Envenomed by beings of inborn
