inside Lily was sixteen when her heart got afraid of the night walk undying - in the rain walk undying - over again all your sorrow is what I will take: undying
Well I saw a king drown himself in a creeck just to tell her but when he was gone he had no breath left to tell her his undying love his undying
Ashes to ashes, forever we fall down With broken dreams we're blind to see What twisted words they tell In a sky that's without stars tonight Where Nightmares
May the price of your heaven be this hell... So we wander through all that is Born up from shadows and lies And everything that I have not Is stained
Lost to stagnant waters of apathy That have been flooded by ignorance The spirit of revolution, of change, of cause Suffering silently, cast aside and
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Burn this path that we tread, blindly whatever the cost In this savage game of conquest our sacred world is lost We stand outside the circle of life and
(into) the birth of carnage will you but watch when innocent life is born and destined to an unjustified wretched existence? I refuse to deny their pain
ten thousand years into the reign of our madness and misery from the fertile womb of the near east born one lifestyle and tradition like a raging storm
the fire burns within an incandescent flame kindled and rekindled the fire of life burns forever self consumed and renewed everyplace and everything
the final war to purge and purify this sacred world - vilified one culture interred with righteousness, weaved from deception down on bent knees we cry
Born and enslaved to this modern age Where blood stains each step of this path we have paved And what price our reign? At what cost their fate? In this
of life bought and stolen with blood sweat and tears and the machine keeps pressing on our assault on the earth has taken its toll now devastation lies behind our sorrow the undying
where the footsteps of one culture tread the righteous still sing as we march to the tune of "humanity's" hymn a restless night awaits the dawn of a silent
echoes of mesopotamia a whispered disease that left us on knees too weak to stand upon this empire nature's purity revealed wave the sword of science,
as we bleed you feast on what is left of waking nightmares, prayers best left unsaid sinking inside of the beasts we shall be feeling desires buried,