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2. Fire Of Night
Demons out of the darkness.
Fire of night. Allying existence of the evil.
My life? Just a game?
Dependance and mania.
Desire shows you the way.
The gates to the coldness are open.
The way back is full of stones. Just like my heart.
My existence. Identity is breaking.
The coldness keeps pulling me into it's ban.
An unbelievable size of power.
Luck ans pain are close together.
Luck or pain. The pain is ripping my life into pieces.
I'm in prison of my destiny. Too low is my energy!!!
3. Love Taken Away
Now i'm sitting here writting about the lonelyness.
It's a bad day and the reasons for that are trivial!!!
Love taken away.
Throughts at the mercy of the past.
My inside is crying for help.
I forgot to live for the moment.
I don't want to be wath I'm am!
Wath will be in the future?
I don't know what to expect.
4. In The Eye Of The Storm
Deep eyes. Subdued light. Hand in hand.
In the eye of the storm
everything is flowing and discharging into us.
My mouth open. Lava flow.
Eyes close in the eye of the storm
the silence is breath taking in the eye of the storm.
Substances join. Togther immortal.
We become one in the eye of the storm.
On the way agains the truth.
A trip through light and time all problems become smashed.
All pain becomes happiness eyes open.
Scream come out. Wishes turn into pictures.
My heart stop beating.
The ban breaks Just to remember smile at me one more time.
The last time! In the eye of the storm.
5. About Time And Decisions
When time decides.
The circle made from love and trust breaks.
The chain breaks. An emptieness reveals.
Memories start to swallow me.
Searching the unknown of frustration from being into nothing.
Freedom. Way stars. My aim.
The joy of existhing.
What remained of waitin so long was the bitter
and painful experience of being left.
Reality. I'm tightly embraced Wounds of love never going to heal.
As long as the past remains. Only covered by illusion.
The outer wrap breaks from inner pain.
Got to be strong and egoistic. Thats the way it is.
Oh our so beautiful world.
A world dies lonely. ...and the beginning of nothing...
6. Roots Of Pain
In the darkness of the night.
Being moved by the shine of the moon.
Considering and full of hope.
I'm only way to the roots of pain.
Condamned to love.
Yearning all my demanding embodied in you.
I'm imprisoned of your control to live myself.
Your eyes look so empty. I'm scared to dip in.
In fear to find the end of a love.
The time hurts with every hit and the question of your love.
I just want to love what charms me!
A small spark is a big hope!!!
7. Happiness In Slavery
Revolution of the past is only spiritual at last the power to figth self,
evident become weaker
the will to stand up for your conviction has fade away,
and now passes the dream of happiness in compassion of our own.
8. Tyranny Of Small Misery
The wake up means walking on the edge.
Wrong desicions running through my veinsй Immortal sorrow scars on my soul.
Rejected and trapped in myself.
Black velvet was the gift of the time.
Nothing left to loose.
Nothing to believe hands tied feet chained.
Hidind behind shadows of anger.
To wake up means walking on the edge.
But I often feel that misery.
Is the most important part of being happy!
Bark skin. I'm lying here. Still.
Throughts hush eyes closing repeating this moment.
Waiting for. Your abscence veils my sleep.
My dreams. I'm moving in time.
No when And yet you don't now. But my heart does.
'Cause from the first moment I was caught and
delivered a long the vanished warmth regained life in me.
10. My Last Beauty
A morning full of death.
Beauty trapped in miserable emtiness.
Offer me life. Offer me love.
Don't ask me where the sunshine's gone.
Offer me life. Offer me love. Offer me the moon.
All my figthing in this shadow land is in vain.
Searching the inner clarity - Reality of my existance.
Feeling empty. Endless the way.
Endless the search and the distortion of the present.
Shadow land a place of silence love?
Happyness? Emptiness! Lonelyness! Alone is the death!
Nigth the beauty of silence a different consciousness to complexe for reality.
Misunderstood feelings in the circle of life.
But the moon is still There!
11. New Kind Of Freedom
Sweet sins scars my horizon.
Got nothing to expect in this emotional unstable time.
Looking forward there is a meanningless life to go.
Path of sorrow! Age of decay!
Pictures of wrong decisions veils my sleep but the lines are drawns.
Nothing could release me. Am I born to excuse my way of thinking?
Am I force to justifiy who I am? Death.
Sweet death could be a mercyful fate.
Delivered of despair.
New kind of freedom.
A new kind of face.
12. Sycamore Dreams
You're the source.
My disbelief in innocence arise.
Feel that gosth seducing me.
Try to reach a hand in that golden circle.
You are no angel. And my heart is more than emptyness.
In the shadow of myself and I sleep under the trees
and no one else is sleeping well.
Burn me tonight. Feeing my lies slip away.
Burn me tonight.
And kill the demos in me.
Facing a saint feeling my life slip away.
Burn me tonight.
Until I'm disapointed.
Burn me tonight and kill the demons in me.
I disbelief in the summer in pearl lake.
I'm the pine float.
And now you're falling apart from me.
You are no angel!!!
13. Erase The Enemy
This is a war.
Everything normal smashed.
Cruelty comes down the land and there only losers.
Fight up until the end.
Death becomes daily and the humanity boggy.
Blood flow through the streets.
Mandkind means sickness!
By the order of the devil they march and destroy
and the mind remains on the route.
Destroy, kill, erase the enemy!!!
Give up your mind and be mechanism.
Who disobeys is hostile and enemies have got to die.
Human being or mechanism.
You've got the choice...human being.
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