the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say? For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know Suffered wounds test there their pride Men of five
Farewell, This blackened eye. Your learned your lessons falling down. Far behind, and tracing footsteps home. Despite your lack of pride. You wore your
and announce a new beginning tonight we wave and give up a smile as a flaming shuttle passes by outside the window something is creeping a burning skeleton beams with pride
endless grey on they fight for the right yes but whose to say For a hill men would kill why they do not know Stiffened wounds test their pride Men
good and evil I know right between, there's no borderline This is the punishment divine Surrounded by night, I've been offered insight There is none but the sin of pride
to attack The boatman struck at its small stupid eyes And it crashed to the ground and lay on its back. Without a warning the sky seemed to blacken As
am a poet who composes what the world proses And proses what the world composes I am a poet who composes what the world proses And proses what the world composes Damned indecision and cursed pride
Degeneration tears your blackened eyes The final descent for the last in life No joy in our tired lives, the torment builds inside The sun sets forever
. Numb I crawl, losing you. Over something so frivolous, so petty. But this pettiness is all you know. You wear a chip on your shoulder like a badge of fucking pride
of death Hold your pride high Fuck off and die and die Inside the sacred halls Contain the sacres truths Our fathers cry as we Revive our blackened roots
forests and the mountains surrounding the village he covers by golden cloth - the night is drawing near. Bonfires blaze up and the flame tongues raise up to blacken
the beautiful swans. But once I have fallen and lost my wings, and now I'm doomed to stay here forever. My soul is the roaming star of dawn, the blackened
time Re-live your life and erase your crime All the pain you've caused others before To achieve your selfish gain Now your soul is blackened And
in your fuckin' face Postmortally I feast on the wastes of the fuckin' elderly Crusty fuckin' filthy beings, consuming their contaminants undying love for the blackened
On they fight for their right, yes, but who's to say? For a hill, men would kill, why? They do not know [Incomprehensible] wounds test their pride Men
(Music: Brolycke, Rudolfsson Lyrics: Karlen) In a faded dream where sleep is eternal, oceans of blackness carry me with pride. Naked am I sleeping
There's a price we all pay to Charon A price we pay for the ride You're damned if you do, damned if you don't Nothing remains but emaciated pride The
our graves are gaping wide Everyone sets forth his dying sprite And the church way paths to glide Through dead bodies - nor rich or poor Anymore with stolen pride
