all of humanity we scream, we bleed and our hands are tied with rope now they wish to drag us down the road the light inside is dead stand again and
worship their master And commemorate their macabre dances The gates of hell are open To unleash those captive beings They will not be locked again
fading love I have for you But, though your pain was terrible And I saw no end to your sufferings I have walked the whole path with you You have not
not important, no one will ever come I'll never be found, God get me out of this hell Nuclear battlefields energized Cold wars are heating up again The
unknown hands. For three full days and nights he did not emerge from the cave... until, at last, he rode forth from the eldritch mountain once more, a terrible
by unknown hands. For three full days and nights he did not emerge from the cave... until, at last, he rode forth from the eldritch mountain once more, a terrible
here The one who did not die on the cross Could it be we kept him away from god... so that he may never walk Never walk the earth again? " "
of the Phillips-Ervin Museum, London England. Sealed in a leather canister, the aged script was accompanied by an ornate bronze key of unknown origin.
here The one who did not die on the cross Could it be We kept Him away from God... so that he may never walk Never walk the Earth again?" "Or could it
Him here The one who did not die on the cross Could it be We kept Him away from God... so that he may never walk Never walk the Earth again?" "Or could
of the abyss and as faceless and terrible Clung to the gates of seven they do stand guard against those of life Hearken and beware for they are terrible
never fading love I have for you But, though your pain was terrible And I saw no end to your sufferings I have walked the whole path with you You have not
