dreams I'm free to cleanse my guilt... Bleeding, I search deep in my mind to find the answers... to satisfy. I need my fuel injection to get the needles deeper within, my wounds
Vertaling: Ontstaan. Wonde.
death though it has been delayed I have run my hands over the end of his blade Though the cut wasn't fatal even though it was deep Well, that wound's
of your years Voice 1: you felt like history in your thighs Voice 2: you get four red candles Voice 2: on the table with your penis I arise Voice 1:
Barbed words that never leave the mind Echo and cripple from the inside Arise and build anew, express release, seize control Express release, reinvent, arise
fission Swelling wind, rising ash, tide of black rain Cement seared shadow traces Reminiscent of their last commands Instantly one thousand flames arising
of darkness Change all into doom. Foemen are sleeping When salvation reveals Mythic hosts here hold a strenght made of steel. Bravery breaks Number at battlefield Kingoms redeem Wounds
A Deep Insection Avulsing The Bowels Full Of Maggots The Digestive Tract Is Sliced In Sections Pus Flows From His Open Wounds Torso Is Mangled, Eyes
worldly pleasure But deep inside, he was lonely without measure He wound up in a pig pen, nearly dead Then he raised his eyes toward Heaven and he said ?I will arise
Love incarnated There he is, the One Wearing the bloodied crown of thorns His heart is beating with mercy And his peace caused the escape of fear But a silent mist arise
our hearts With these tears falling from her eyes Can we just swallow our pride Let's not go another day And have the pain inside remain Should the next morning sun arise
fallen air away A lifetime of needle-eyes too wide to escape Where honesty lies and angels betray Incisions mending the wounds within Surroundings breach
slice of terror Yet away with my fears I cross this pitiful world's end Drawn to the mortification With the creeping of my flesh Arising lair of wounds
is huge, that is cruel That is something That you'll never understand Somewhere beyond the far horizon The Gods of gloom and gore arise Where from an everlasting wound
gods - ravager of earth mundane spirits rejoice - at night wings when the soil drains pouring blood when the ashes of dead arise spill thy blood for
all Good morning The clouds of smoke arise Arise arise full of eyes of eyes Your sons are suffocating their sisters And painting eyes on the walls With tongues dipped in blood Arise arise
after the other..." And the elite beholds, keeping its cool (keep your cool) Waiting for Goliath to stumble more, exposing further fatal wounds Subversion
