Vintersorg Lyrics
Vintersorg Lyrics
"The Thesis's Seasons Lyrics"
Little Saint Nick (Best of Kevin & Bean) Lyrics
Oooooooo Merry Christmas Saint Nick Oooooooo Well the way up north where the air gets cold There's a tale about Christmas that you've all been
Oooooooo Merry Christmas Saint Nick Oooooooo Well the way up north where the air gets cold There's a tale about Christmas that you've all been
[Experiencing order:]
Through sonorous lands my senses float
Mesmerized by an harmonious note
Which are leaping from a string within
I'm holding the tuner; I'm controlling the pin
The cycle of symmetry, a continuous episode
Recital of its method, our way to confirm the code
It is reflected in the schemes tha
For A Taste Of Eternity Lyrics
Your honey on coil burns, As tears drop from your grand dead womb Undesired, I fell into your being Releasing shapes inside of you Only seen in your
t we rune,Your honey on coil burns, As tears drop from your grand dead womb Undesired, I fell into your being Releasing shapes inside of you Only seen in your
Like the twelve-tone system that builds this tune
[Watching complexity:]
Chaos and order, two branches on the creation tree
Twins of opposites, but balancing the pendulum
Like children swinging the seesaw in glee
Unknowing about malice, destruction and odium
Arranged in patterns, in a nexus ooze
All World Is Damned Place Dark Fury In My Face My Eyes Are Burning Hate Now It's My Normal State I Want, I Want To Kill All People, Who Now Live
Micro and macro cosmos flexibility,
An ingenious interplay through elemental sophistry
[Approaching chaos:]
Constantly, havoc comes falling down
In the structural circus, a morbid clown
Still it's needed to progress the creation,
The reflux of materials comes through devas
Big Motel On The Mountain Lyrics
This song is for you big motel on the mountain just in thought to pass the time And for the people who have loved and some have been loved And some were wanted i
tationThis song is for you big motel on the mountain just in thought to pass the time And for the people who have loved and some have been loved And some were wanted i
Like an untuned singer in the angel choir,
A mad prophet that serves the eating fire,
Its transforming sequence is on repeat,
First subverted, then complete
But many times they say,
"mens agitat molem"
So we have to figure out our origin,
To undress our future