It’s wonderful; Darkness is my bride
This shrine overwhelms me
As I become one with my own fate
Through the inverted land I journey
Where the seas of joy fall
From the eclipse of blackness
Some soothing darkness crawls up my spine
This truth overwhelms me
The heart of my soul unveiled
Such perfection
Mortals seldom do encounter
The end, some sort of beginning
…My journey is at an end…
The key to happiness
The hope of beyond
Is but a delusion
…I go…
…Far away to seek
…My coming, the truth
…Which lies far beyond my dreams
…It is the ever and ever for me
It is an illusion, lest the power is
Twisted it seems, as twilight ascends
Welcome then its dim embrace
To begin To cease To stray
To wander To live To be
Eradicated
Unslaved…
The King of Oblivion (Written by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations) Between the refuge…
When every block and tree offered endless chances When dreams burned with purity, love, goblins…
Here she comes like a Queen all through the wintertime Skirts that billow long after…
İçimdeki ateş dinse,külleri donsa Günler değil,aylar değil,yıllarım yansa Garip canım musallada döne döne yumsa Unutamam…
elim kolum bagli… önündeyim. benim her sarkim senin icin yazildi söyle ben kimim.. yasli bir…