Album: Paradise Belongs To You 
|Paradise Belongs To You|
Find your wasteland sharp and cold|
beyond the doors of fear and love.
Seek the rose - her tiny leaves -
climbing up the walls.
Even her life is taken
by winter's night.
When he breathe upon her neck.
Look at her, as she smiles of death -
her body grabbed by icy hands,
any thorn is overruled by night.
For he crawls into the hearts of all.
The eye of the moon is glowing,
though... she is silent,
at distance - lonely wolf is howling.
Then... everything is silent.
The cold is sneaking up upon us all.
The sun is gone, like a lonely man...
Now the angels start to fall.
Bloodstained walls -
time is melting
Curtains torn apart.
Dark winds leap across the mountains
death is, when life turns into art.
Know thyself -
the beast you are,
Oh yes, feel, run into your arms.
Paradise belongs to you.
Cathedrals, towers rising in my heart|
A thunder roars deep and quiet.
Making love with the silent rain.
Christ flashes before my eyes
with empty face, he chants the world goodbye.
Christ goodbye... Christ goodbye...
The world has vanished before our eyes.
Horned with staff and cloak,
I approach the world's churchyard.
Grey skies transforming into deep black drops,
as the sun glance upon the holy ground.
The whore of life delicious irresistable,
blood red sheet full of lust.
Every man has a dragon heart upon his own dusty
(where) the thunder roars across the heavens.
The deepest chambers laugh -
Dragon king wake up, it's time to take this throne.
Cloven hoof scratch the floor
human find your devil door.
Christ goodbye... Christ goodbye...
I am god, the human eye.
|As We Dance The Path Of Fire Or Solace|
|Pilgrimage Of Sorrow|
And we'll walk the path of fire,
with trees and night above.
and my thoughts fall like tears.
Forever and ever,
falling with you.
My pilgrim thoughts no longer dance
and the air awaits my bloody god of pain.
|The Fall Of Nakkiel|
The moon cries - her tears of light|
fall upon the thirsty grass.
To welcome our feet - dancing
on this sacred ground.
Earth licks her dayburnt wounds -
pouring out the sweetest dew,
feeding our hungry eyes with
images of fallen angels.
Seven stones of silver, a crown for you and me.
The lover's words of sin and pleasure
the chains that let us see.
The tree of good and evil, the snakes
that crawls from path to path.
All of them are with us here to whisper
songs of lust and wrath.
Farewell to daylight,
hail to the hallowed night.
Spread out your wings,
the sun is dead and gone.
Only the night will call,
call and let you come.
Reality must sleep, for a while.|
As I travel beyond our language.
Our personalities are manifestation of spirit.
The stream of eternal life carry us on to the end.
We are rushing oh so fast... worship not.
Observation is creation, creation is reality.
Astral dawn. I shall see the faun
The atheist shall mourn for ever.
The morning is my consciousness.
The world is my eyes.
The world is the lives, of all that lives.
Mankind dies as I close my eyes.
Live and seek your destiny.
Seek the gate within your self,
more I shall not say.
Beware of evil, it has many forms, for it is not one.
Before my silence was past.
Let it now return.
|I Love Thee|
Take me to the forest|
where the gods play silently
under the great branches.
We speak in a whisper
and you take my hand.
You and I under the oak.
take our breath away.
They won't hear us
and we are, forever.
We'll lie in the shadows
the scent of grass.
And I hope to make with a smile
and not a sigh,
under the starlit sky.
Standing all alone in the middle of a promised|
Where is it, where is it, beyond the moon, behind
Always in the middle, in the middle of nothingness.
Remember, cross the ring of thorns with a pure
Fear not, all true gods carry horns,
they will throw your eyes into the deepest well.
Loose your sight, gain another.
Seek the darkest fear, the deepest pain,
a forgotten secret of every earthly mother.
"Here bigynneth the knyghtes tale unveil."
Every earring, her clothes and more shall fall.
Behold son for it's mystery.
Look, the world is falling with her.
The old man says you're here, you're here at last,
like a mouse you sat midst the circle
surrounded by the thick black smoke.
Always carry the wind of wings.
"You're here, here bigynneth everything."
|Lament To This Treacherous World|