angel is now tightening the skrew It's a war, the second war, and the heavens shall burn [lead - Henri] Oh, angelface, who's side are you on Into a dark Millenium
Vertaling: Donker Millennium. Dit is soos dit.
Vertaling: Donker Millennium. Ons Getz Buzy.
Vertaling: God onttroon. In 'n donker Millennium.
: Arose from the second triangle burning my soul Gehenna is the place for burning, takes me away Order of the golden dawn summoning Beelzebub Give your
In a lost dark world beyond eternity Where phantasm has its origin Where the shadows hunt the light And no god enforces might Lies the sin, the painful
Burning's the horizon of your mind drifting down When the other side's marked its path. See what the unknown's concealed for your fate When the oracle
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horror, ambigious visions see the apocalypse - rise... Now that the breath has gone the fire claim its might; now that in this dark millenium no master
I am scared to breath you name whenever we dissove to blame; but one day we will learn to fly back to treasureland. Somewhere someone investigates we
"Welcome to the reign of the ashes Welcome to the hunt. Welcome to the master's palace, Welcome home, my son..." A secret lies forbidden I'm trapped
You dive into sleep find roses under the door, they seem to speak in trance of youth; "femember who you swore to chose, girl..." I am dead, dead in love
The deed is not the sin but the thought. Slide in the aesthetics of the tempting white Trapped beneath the laughter, insanity in disguise. Eyes controlling
Rearing the look from the sun I would never know the latest day I woke up in the cold broke that I promised, fading away, my light. Tell me, my repertory
"An Erotic Ethics Error Portrait" I gave you to my desert 'said ya' might be lost but not alone I sold you to me prototype propensity to scorn is mine
s relic Redeemers will be torn For the reign of this mystique. The guardians to the spell Protect the ritual The barons of the dark Confess. Let the
Hellchild, be awaken time to remember the rules the centuries bleed, the masters are dead and gone... Dance again this winternoght past and present shell
