Musik hören, machen, leben, lieben und bluten

[size=3] The little bell echoes the great bell groans this templed city of tombs where death and grief blooms fiendish desires in human form, leather clad black is the veil, streaming in the wind stilleto heels clicking up the cemetary gates death among the dead, haunting masoleums all this death, oh, joyful sight naked on a table of stone juices dripping from the wet chaste exitement of fear and death, it's to me so dear death life, life as dead and the sharpness of the shrieks the licking tongues of fire, lustful and crushing funeral bitch, the urge is so strong funeral bitch, the night is so long ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness Released among the wolves, thus molded by resistance Ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants The fruit of other worlds, but grown by loneliness Concealing a black soul, and but sensing the beyond Uniquely grown from within Shimmered by a darker night, but left to solitude How can one disclose a darker night, if one but rests? Or evidence the suffering, by wordly gauge? Or comprehend the long-drawn agony When pain and evil never trod one down Like a warring sun, from a better kingdom Beautiful, free, of different steel! Dearly prized, and equally broken He should have gone free of you! An emotional tumour, gnaws from inside Of heartless, spineless treason The darkest night now weaves its loom Soon to release its spawn