prima di Natale sono rimasto li per ore ma non uscivi piu ma non uscivi piu Some where, Misteria Some where, Misteria Some where, Misteria Some where, Misteria
open the gates of imagination pass the doors of nothingness look at the stars mysterious place mysterious beings distant like a dream of immortality imagine
i remember the deaf space raving somewhere with silent picture... processions of sleepwalkers, i remember borders of light... moon... stars... burning
in the ancient forest a funeral... king and lord, fell into oblivion he fell asleep... and when they burred him, there was no thunder in the sky his people
to forget you had to fall asleep subconsciously fly to the universe of schizophrenic visions there were no trees in this garden that would let us nestle
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katharsis!!! from the crown of pagan deity the arias of intimacy flow... every day i peep the winged tribe, i steal their plumes, chaste lies... dancing
I am a sad wanderer a lonely visions of dreams I am a sad wanderer someone even stole my hate hate!!! and what was before will remain as a sweet mistery
I am like empty fortress covered by stamp of past I am like cruel lord crushing everything into dust long, long time ago I was here your, your land was
masquerade of shadows in my head masquerade of shadows in my mind in the theatre of disillusion in another act... in another act aversion wins masquerade
ohhh! lady of chaos she woke up the bad power sticking in the humans soul flowing through the misty moor she was creating pain in thoughts he tears like
ghastly place of my soul, mysterious dreams i walk alone among graves, among clouds i'm new in this heaven inside myself, newly awaken!?? another cosmos
come...come to me come to me, I am your creator I give you a life, come to me come to me sheepfold I am your shephard and take my faith because I am your
now! the sunrise dying now! hell demons rise now! the light is loosing so fast is getting dark like tide shade covering the light like tide they fly to
demon of dream... when you wake up in the night wrapped in a rough blanket of fear you can't fall asleep than you think of what you can save petrified
you are preaching so geat truth, you are teaching so fine, you involve crofts they believe in each of your words there is no false in that things you
did someone fertilized himself on internet...? perfect murders, in the valley of intensive therapy, they moderate the pulse, avid viruses devour humanity
broken mirror damaged faces, distored, subdued voices, phobia in awe of yourself you're afraid to face your reflection you don't want to hear the lament
