: It's hard to open the eyes When the fear is waiting outside Why do I see them? Like blurred shadows in frame Creeping behind me Stretching their hands
: Created by hands Emerged from their flesh They forced the life into us Giving us something surreal But with the gift of life Came the curse of emotions
: She was created By human hands She was not one of us Her body is like A juvenile woman's With gorgeous shapes but without a soul We're dying, we're
: It all comes back to me My past sins revealed Until now I haven't seen What huge mistake I did S (he) comes to me in my all dreams Feeding anger with
: The mist crawling through the clouds Paranoia breach in our minds Veiled sanity like a shroud And forced us to resign And they came from the skies
: Burning axes growing out from their hands Modern warriors in the ancient mission Destroy the enemies' world In the name of the glorious undone Marching
: Memory is a knife It cuts deep and painfully Can you call this a life? I can't go on normally Closing in to the face of time Sentencing myself for
: I want to be your little one I want to be felt so deep inside I am your growing passion inside your mind You will commit the angel's holocaust I
: In that second of dislocation The world will reach it's end People will thrive for explanation But won't be able to understand The place of no return
: Howling of the wind Carried cry through the forest Banshee's warning sign For bloodshed was committed On the other side of the forest The child was
: Pressure that builds within Longing for the touch Lust beneath my skin Burning overmuch My body becomes so bleak My mind begins to fade But my soul
Pressure that builds within Longing for the touch Lust beneath my skin Burning overmuch My body becomes so bleak My mind begins to fade But my soul begins
It's hard to open the eyes When the fear is waiting outside Why do I see them? Like blurred shadows in frame Creeping behind me Stretching their hands
She was created By human hands She was not one of us Her body is like A juvenile woman's With gorgeous shapes but without a soul We're dying, we're crying
The mist crawling through the clouds Paranoia breach in our minds Veiled sanity like a shroud And forced us to resign And they came from the skies Shape
Howling of the wind Carried cry through the forest Banshee's warning sign For bloodshed was committed On the other side of the forest The child was crying
Burning axes growing out from their hands Modern warriors in the ancient mission Destroy the enemies' world In the name of the glorious undone Marching
It all comes back to me My past sins revealed Until now I haven't seen What huge mistake I did S (he) comes to me in my all dreams Feeding anger with
