I can not see but darkness and death I feel cold breeze enter the tune Thy voice once so soft, declaring Thy love Why hast Thou forsaken me I enter the
This troubled waters burden is Drawning me tonight Of narrow straits of pain and hell Is oceans in my sight Remains of hope wail feeble Death in quiet
[lyrics: Albert Bell / Music: Forsaken] Crimson tears summon me to the eclipse of my death For the reckoning of my sins I shall pledge A black veil of
Thoughts float through my human structure The destruction of belief reflects in grief What has become of the creator of individuals That gave birth to
The Old Ones were, The Old Ones are, And the Old Ones shall be..... A temple of shame, He is caste in the never-ending maze of darkness,, Waiting for
Deamon breed Deamon breed Machines as fathers for our creations Tissues burned and recycled We're nailed against our own perfection... We're nailed against
of many faces Know the truth - I am your past I am the collector of thoughts You cannot escape me... The legacy of forsaken souls A tomb of science -
With the snow fallen thick And bonfires alit And shooting stars portents of rips I ascended to spur A mere glimpse or murmur From her precious celestial
[Lyrics: Albert Bell / Music: Forsaken] This is my body; this is my blood From these dying whispers of a dying life I weave the Redeemer's darkest dream
Where has the fire of hope gone? Why has the wisdom been forlorn? Visionaries write their destiny And ridicule their true belief Let sacred angels fall
A blackened darkness falls into the bliss of our heart The bells of death shall toll, a caress of dolefulness stills our mind Endlessly we shed our tears
In the triad of opposites I meet my sepulchre Sephiroth, daughter of the vampire sun I am one with the foregone leviathan I am forsaken
From the pristine emerald seas of autumn sorrows The giver of life weaves desolate tomorrows We revere a kindred bond still bleeding The histories of
When from my fellows to the grove I stray'd, In solitude and dusk to meditate On things forbidden, and to pierce the veil Of seeming good and seeming
[Lead: Holm/Persson] The truth of god - a terror for the weak Within chaos will rise to reign Behold the future of this disordered will Your fate is
In orphaned seas, where the haunters of the dark Weep in solitary madness The poet grieves a dying muse Flowered in sin, where the smoldering earth bequeaths
[Lyrics: Albert Bell / Music: Forsaken] I walk through barren corridors glistening With a stench of a promised salvation This sultry wilderness mourns
Presume upon god's misery Bring forth the majesty Be emotionally prepared Arise - sickness - arise... See birth prevail - embrace him Welcome the eclipse