Maybe I lose you But I touch the moon In your hair I left moment Like god I'll fly to ethereal blue Light my way searching for you Forgetting the sunsets
Desolate sands of eternity Ever descending down the precipice Deadly dryness desert domain Sent the silent pestilent breeze Consume the dreams and prophecies
Into darkness thy spirit wanders Through the moonless sky Howling wolves arrives As I await the darkly sun Torches burning, in a thousand hands Stream
Creation of ethereal atmosphere by my ritual Hidden force of the nature is now guest of mine I... feel... the... ancient... power... in... the... air
innocent and erotic she slept in the arms of nature she was the princess of passion the light of day, fairly and sinful she woke up to a dewfull morning
grief don't let the past wear you down let go of the life that haunts you tonight don't let the silence take the sound alone and isolated ethereal solitude
is never seen By the one who close his eyes On the sad reality of conception So years of false truth Guide existence on a reveir of deceits Ethereal
ethereal paths, fly into the web Filled with symbols, representing your lot See, hear, ethereal levels Touch, feel, ethereal levels See, hear, ethereal levels Touch, feel, ethereal
lie enchanted forever In the lucid garden of dreams In all animate sources and creation of belief We travel seas of illusions that begin at our dreams Ethereal
the beginning of time with the original sin. I want to speak and look so profoundly inside this debris heart, can you hear me? She wrapped with ethereal
sky...where the flames never dared to come... The rays of the moon linking the spheres...the molochian comets... During my ethereal journeys, With celestial
sky... where the flames never dared to come... The rays of the moon linking the spheres... the molochian comets... During my ethereal journeys, With
the skill and mind of magick - holding the mystic doors like moths to ancient light - follow ascend in flight fall through the ether lakes - dimension
, demonacy arises Feasting on angelic sweetness, cries of holy mourning Diseased souls crushed Profanity brought upon a once holy kingdom... ...ethereal
it hangs around my neck. A soft breeze passed me by, somewhat warmer for a second. I knew it was the coming of spring, thus our APRIL ETHEREAL.
[The Legend] "At the heart of silence writhing Flame now slowly dies unpowered anymore, with the strain of Keepers gone, those swone to keep the Flame
sun will lie against the shapeless sky then buried in the sand buried by your hands we will stand in heavens fire in flames, eternal flames this doom, ethereal
by her provoking cynicism, As she attempts to atone for the little strength that remains to me, The last hopes, the last ethereal visions, The past times
