heart froze to ice In the gloomy sky - The silence where dead angels lie Touch the snow...Caress the lifeless sculptures Die!!! [Chorus:] The blackness that falls
froze to ice In the gloomy sky - The silence where dead angels lie Touch the snow...Caress the lifeless sculptures Die!!! [Chorus:] The blackness that falls
. To understand is to regret. I bow to no-one, Id fucking die for my beliefs. But this is senseless and no-one cares if you believe. I fall beneath
more fallen, no more enemy Fall into sleep, fall into me, I have a dream, but nobody Cares, nobody wants to listen Fall into sleep, fall into me, hang
[Music: Schulman] [Lyrics: Schulman] Our dream became reality as we enter the path of mourning The dark lord, our master, we follow the way foretold
do you find me among the pictures on the wall? do you fall to your knees? can you tell me who I am? mourning by a sullen door mother collapses to the
As the night falls the ritual ends her heart is now empty she is almost asleep her sacred tears are forever lost The wind has stopped mourning And the
dusk is falling, night settles in Stars slowly come out, moon glides skywards ...Still cheerless is in my soul, my heart filled with cares... Longing
tear will be a monument of those long faded summers and bears the seed of a new spring ...and those will feel no mourning as fall grands them a farewell
When the shadows appear I feel a touch from the dead I open my eyes into a new world of fear My soul is caressed by the hands of the unblessed Falling
as he cares to remember, He used to see his old man lose the temper. And Mama's pretty face would catch it all. On a regular basis the nest would fall
my moon Through the dark I try to walk Where no one can hear the words I talk A wind of cleansing cold caressed the mournful sight That was my last Glowing
[PROLOGUE] By the last Caress of light I wander threw shattered Horizons Far below the scorched land Whilst a new dawn overcomes Engulfing the fainted
Arrival of the horned The coming of our lord Lucifer Thy legions are set free Demon hordes Awaiting his return Storms of damnation Caress the mourning
That scene of autumn ... Fragile Caress Scenes of an autumn ... Let her come back again But while this empty feather Goes on to write on mourning The
one cares Have the poets all left us? Like dead roses in gardens of sadness Their petals fall like the tears I cried for thee Have the poets all left us? Will anyone mourn