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In the blood of winter
You may crush my soul
For we can fall no further
The world is hell
We were born to suffer
And glory in our pain
Each dream has jaws to crush us
Again and again
Embrace his blood
The death'd head
When love lies torn and raped
Submissive and rejected
Burn the hand of fate
In this blood of winter
You may crush my soul
For we can fall no further
The world is hell... |
Time for sleep
Time for prayers
Time for dusk
Dust in eyes
Grinning jaws
Grit in teeth
All things pass
Death and deeds
Break the black ice
In this earth
In this town
In this land
In this hour
In this time
For this age
In this flesh
In this joining
Break the black ice
In this spasm
In this jerk
In this city
A little death
For this boy
Little screams
A little blood
A tattooed rune
Break the black ice
In this kiss...Not yours not mine
In this curse...Not yours not mine
In this kiss...Not yours not mine
In this curse...Not yours not mine |
Drown me with your sorrow
Taint me with your treason
To find your god is hollow
Brings death to all reason
Wolf grey adonis
A cruel life dawns
Curse me with obessiveness
Fultility and scorn
Moved to speak?
You made your choice
We had our chance
And lost our voice
Your alleyway, your terror
Glistens in dispair
Dead meat and error
The only crown I'll wear
From the ashes of liars
Grow the flowers of hope
From the steeples and spires
Hang each tear from a rope
Moved to speak?
You made your choice
We had our chance
And lost our voice |
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Where are you going?
I want to know
Where are you going?
I want to know
Please give your life
To me
I'd take your life
From you
White roses cover
Your head, hands and heart
White roses cover
Your head, hands and heart
Please give your love
to me
I'd give my life
For you
How can such beauty
Be torn by flesh?
How can such beauty
Be torn by flesh?
Please give your life to me
I'd give my love for you |
Lost the will?
A germ in foreign blood
A glimmer of the past
Power and misery
Pathetic whore
To the ignorance of life
This is the best
It will ever be
Think of the things
That will never be
Sorrow, the empty well?
Hollow and useless
Consume to the inside
Something I will not hide
My love wilts on
My comrade in tragedy
This is the best
It will ever be
Think of the things
That will never be
Your image is burnt
You are dead
You are nothing
Yes, I love you |
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