Slowly crawling down the hole I came from A voluntary return to that which drains me completely Fading breath Thinning blood Twisted body parts and all
Dried out memories fragmented Do you still remember the chain of events? Reaching a point where you stand on a road in solitude laughing at the universe
We tear apart the foundation we were given Since our nature allows the questioning of what we are Our torment given as a gift to use for whatever purpose
Flee Spitted upon Burnt nerve-sensors Bending up the floating Heavy cloths of strangled brains The destroyer reviving the agony of giving birth brought
Overlooking the fall towards the abyss Wondering in which breath I choose to fall Reaching my end? When the mandrake speaks its last words I will seize
When tears of wrath turn to strength again the words burn holes in the prison walls and black rays of light pierce through Substantiate themselves to
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As I talk without reaching through Exist in a sea of mumbling fools Interact without giving of myself Ghostlike wandering through dead cities Walking
The images sprung from the blade of my kingdom and with it a burning Ring gave its way onto the night dying like sterile souls of unborn creations White
of the living Rise frenzied lust for flesh. Your blood seeps through my chest You are the living dead. Storming god's planet earth Shambling gait downcast
better For the new wind to blow in the storm We tried to remember the history in the region The French foreign legion, Imperialism, Peter O'Toole and
Now for glory, now for God We storm the very gates of Hell Pay in blood, reclaim your honor Demonspawn your time has come This is justice, swift and sure Your legions
Now the demon is here again Vengeance is burning in my soul I am a soldier In the legion of forever Ride on the storm And never surrender To death or
times] Locked in his dungeons Three days and three nights With his hammer and anvil, Forging the strike March to the victory legion of storm, The mighty
hill The battle has begun Knights and armors Bright with the sun Mountain of the rising storm The curse floats on the wind Mountain of the rising storm
, poisoned memories to fuel this fire, I'll burn you alive, you, too fragile frail to leave a mark for this lifetime. legions of storms to prey this war
down the neck of a bottle Every day is a death ride when I hold the throttle To the drowning I am water For your calm I am the storm I'm the fiend who
Sabbaths day. Charge! Crest the demon's souls Show yourselves in power Angels fear resist nothing holds the storm Inform the grand master of Hades Storm
