GROUND! BURN! Down this city tonight with you. BURN! Everything you've left behind. So strike the match. And light it up. We'll start this blaze and it will BURN
The right of the warrior Forever to fight by your side Send a sign, raise the sail Wave a last goodbye Destiny is calling Immortality be mine Call the witch to cast
even the wickedest souls that burned have never been] {There was a soul named Damien, he was nothing heaven could save} [Instead he was cast to the flames
with the shadows and skirts round the victims Of a night that'll sleep through the day That casts out it's refugees and throws out it's debris She turns
waves of twisting walls, each brick in place into the dizzy heights the chase but swaying in the wind tearing, clawing, burning down mountains hammered to the ground
upon the living Flesh As Blood fills their Eyes Wishful whims of Life Our maker hears their Cries Kingdom of the Dead Is cast out upon the Ground Salvation
my love on wasted Grounds I'm taking to the Sound it's Shelter from the Rain It's a dark and stormy Night Ain't it Funny what it takes to read the
I got a real problem with your attitude I take your messed-up world and throw it back at you You make me sick with all your endless fighting You cast
screamed, you cried You thought suicide was an alibi But you were always a mess You were always aloof Yeah, it's awful, I guess But it's the awful truth It
tall building You can't be found, you're splattered on the ground I'll still your wrist and let you die, you know they'll call it suicide Blood on the
the trade, The thumbscrew speaks the truth. Casting spells - unknown chants with possessed burning eyes, Demonic action-witches brew accuser feeding lies, On the stake to burn
She burned it to a crisp turned and grasped the Scroll And exited much faster than secreted gas, I'm gasping Clasp full of flames cast in my direction
She burned it to a crisp turned and grasped the scroll And exited much faster than secreted gas, I'm gasping Clasp full of flames cast in my direction
She dreams China white Behind her eyes of China blue Her future wrapped in velvet And her memories wrapped in warm cotton wool And the coffee grounds
has come, another end remains undone and an era begins, Oh, it's a token, the circle is broken. bringing life free from sins. ground. (The drop of blood
n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep.. The monastery stood towering above the ruined city It
