...Blood on my hands... I walked in the shadows 'neth an azure midnight sky I walked in the shadows to abscond a life not my own I walked in the night
It was in this haunted place under a moonless cloak of ebony I was drawn to the glow of a young spiritess weeping in the woods The blackest ravens
Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips Let the cold blood flow on it's own... Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul Long forgotten...
...It was not long ago when I had fallen from this mortal world, lost in dream flight to pierce the horizon as a bird... Is this life the pillor I
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Lord Summerisle: "Now, those children out there, they're jumping through the flames in the hope that the god of the fire will make them fruitful. Really
There are ghosts in every hallway In every room, behind every door Peering through every window into the past Holding onto us in the bitterness of the
The water pours its embracing arms around the stone Decay drips from the unquiet void where the ice forms, where life ends The stone is by the crimson
The woeful silence and wind's reflection Of your body's pale ode, an icy fortress of blood and ages Sky fire above, ice below the hearth Fall away from
Aurora swims in the ether Emerald fire scars the night sky Amber streams from Sol Are not unlike the waves of the sea Nor the endless horizon of ice Aurora
The god of man is a failure Our fortress is burning against the grain of the shattered sky Charred birds escape from the ruins and return as cascading
"We carry death out of the village!"
Through vast valleys I wonder To the highest peaks On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape In search of God, in spite of man 'til the lost forsaken
The birch tree in winter Leaning over the secret pool Is Narcissus in love With the slight white branches, The slim trunk, In the dark glass; But