your car. get off the horse. beloved victim's faces cold. you can't see them. the dreams and lives that lay within. saturated. beloved victim's stories
with the love and blood of those who kneel down to you my beloved you are here spreading your wings like a bird of prey my beloved you are here waiting
up and find you with wings on tight Your head faced down You're spinning around Crashing down on me you'll go crashing (crashing) down on me! (oooh crashin).... Beloved
I have flown to be near you I have come all this way to be close, to be here with you And now, all my heart I will lay down precisely at your feet My beloved
I'd never go astray but then, you'd find me anyway Would I miss my beloved moss-covered stones the woods I once called home? Would I still dream the dream
but I got shipwrecked on the shores of broken dreams For you I sang songs of the nightswan and each line I wrote was a beat of my heart Forever burning on
Die Erorians' visit had been successful rewarding. With night of female screams of whimpers, lustful dreams. delicate soft gasps. Night followed rampant night of The ultimate attack on
bites hard the hearts of Kin Swept away by a moments sadness They say rage is a brief madness By way of the beloved's farewell Give back to nature what
re the sin-bred offsprings of Judas The One who sits high on the sky on an empyreal throne is not our Father Was it just a dream? The God upon his mercy
corpses to show up [John Doe: ] Don't wanna wait a minute I need some space to escape Livin' in a dark hole Blind on a dead end street The angel appears
'll make humanity bleed! They'll make Jesus weep... I dwell in the ancient R'lye dreaming in the blind depths of abyss my human servants enlightened by my dreams
From depth of the gloaming thunder came On a mountain I saw it When lightning reached out for him Enchanting my eyes... in magical rhapsody On a mountain
the obsequies at 12 - With your teeth on edge at the faint sound of the swans charging at the trees that you built swings on and killed under and dreamt under With your beloved
are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, O, beloved as
Beautiful Girl: To the South a brightness It is not the moon deep dreams unfurling It is not the starlight far but near I feel in my heart bright joy
he doesn't understand Why his beloved land has turned its back on the brave He's haunted by images of hell He faced so many years ago Dreaming the
fate of your lands visions of hell invaded my dreams believe me I am your only chance I will serve the peace of your land To protect and save my beloved