our past Covered lies our remembrance As symbols turn to dust I won't dance I won't dance I won't dance within despair I won't dance The elder's orient
Bewail my reverie, a gambol untried Lure of carnality and silence in forfeit Animals, enslaved to pearls of fictionalized worth Creatures, born from caves into simulated mirth I
is older I turn the switch and check the number I leave it on when in bed I slumber I hear the rhythms of the music I buy the product and never use it I
The face of Nemesis Under pandemonium's heat Parched my yearning whisper In this world of deceit To lie, to cry, they die To drown in their well of sighs
Dead and white, weak memories Below 0, I'm turning blue Why does the ice burn so hot? Frozen waters, a strange land I know I live as the frost bites
the lost Kings uphold my side Blood and sand Mark their way The usurper's tears Guide my sword, hey I said, hey Fantasia slept in my thoughts As I
Babylon asleep, an everlasting foe Striving to hurt, for flesh becomes dirt Resting within, the sacred fire I can't withold, the lies untold Dances and
forseen our past Covered lies our remembrance As symbols turn to dust I won't dance I won't dance I won't dance within despair I won't dance The elder
seas Dead and white, weak memories Below 0, I'm turning blue Why does the ice burn so hot Frozen waters, a strange land I know I live, as the frost bites
The face of Nemesis Under pandemonium's heat Parched my yearning whisper In this world of deceit To lie, to cry, they die To drown in their well of
Thirst and desire, to rule the light For crossing heavens, a futile fight Bound to storm, our minds wave Fervent to sail in deserts of mist Juices like
Is just dust! (.."Take my soul away into the dark, dreaming 1000 morbid dreams, no tomorrow when the wind caresses my mind, could I ever return..it would
ice cold flames. Crying soft, as love flies tame. Swelling tears in diaries of lies. Fading lights, as songs die quiet. Bleeding sweet for dying blind
night Bound in chains, a wish for light Wandering beneath my fate my body slowly pales Unleashed, with hands that cannot reach The screams of heaven and
album Call of the West] [correlated with the cover by Celtic Frost from the album Into the Pandemonium] I feel a hot wind on my shoulder And the touch
see them fall And hunts and war Are like everlasting shadows Where the winds cannot reach The tyrant's might was born And often I look back With tears
are drowning in purple wine. Standing as one, as one we line. Gold and light did stop their dance. A fever obscene, a wicked romance. I'm tasting sweat