I fear the path we walk is my decline That greater deeds, through fate, I shan't perform So long was spent defining how to shine 'Twas never learnt that
Darkness stretch these realms that taint me On these sheets forever curled She who drew the light from shadows Never shall again be held... Spectre of
Never shall I love another earthborn face And I (the knave, the fool) will stay inept Condemned to forge a barren hell To deify and then dispel That summers
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Show me the way to the hallways below Rome, I will be there I've seen them burning in fire They all bear too much to bear Why don't you think of all
Why ruining your life a acting foolish prayers? Sacrifices, ritual and homicides Drinking animal blood with no sense of shame 'Till the bottom of
By: jimmy buffett 1974 I wanna back to the island Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin' Gimme oysters and beer For dinner every day of the year
Effectual fervent supplication Of the righteous Remember your Lord's death Repentance and remembrance (James 5:16) Raise the chalice Blood flowing veins
As the madman we all know who writhed on a crucifix I too have been sacrificed by death and her tricks Pursue the grail to make a wish and drink from
Mein KA¶rper taucht ins Leben Und mein Geist schwimmt hinterher Das Herz ist mir mein Kompass und die Liebe mein Horizont Jene Worte sind wie Stü
springtime is sorrow, make love last until the heart is dead frost on the cracked glass, bleaching purity ride angel's wings into heaven, naked flesh
tell me why that every time you cry i could just stare right in your eyes and i see a flame the only thing that i have against is you're a spaz but its
fading lights, I sink into this other world, where only you can heal my wounds and make me see only here I'm free you are the night with all its charm
What is this, an evil church? People deceived upon the Earth, Sundays prayer has lost the truth, Will we dare to live the truth? What I see is a serpent
Chalice Borealis, lighting up the night No wonderland for Alice - she don't have the right Chalice Borealis - how does your garden glow Molly don't work
Staring on the golden chalice, watching deep into the black boiling water inside In trance you beholds it's swirling dark majesty as the past flashes