Тексты песен Dark Millennium

In a lost dark world beyond eternity Where phantasm has its origin Where the shadows hunt the light And no god enforces might Lies the sin, the painful sin. From the clouds above my eyes Drop the te

urning's the horizon of your mind drifting down When the other side's marked its path. See what the unknown's concealed for your fate When the oracle lays down his masked. Flying thro

"Welcome to the reign of the ashes Welcome to the hunt. Welcome to the master's palace, Welcome home, my son..." A secret lies forbidden I'm trapped in dismal thoughts An unknown

You dive into sleep find roses under the door, they seem to speak in trance of youth; "femember who you swore to chose, girl..." I am dead, dead in love I am pale, pale enough To be dead, d

(The Apocryfal Wisdom Of An Allegorical Apocalypse) The prophet: Many martyrs have fallen since I passed this way... The truth: Many skies have bled. The profet: Many gods did returns, many player

In the circle deep lost me in this gold, gold black a strong arm in these weak days just an inner wish to be forgotten... See, the ships are sailing They sail without a sea; And still Jesus is praisi

The deed is not the sin but the thought. Slide in the aesthetics of the tempting white Trapped beneath the laughter, insanity in disguise. Eyes controlling hands craving life - Reality. Infection in

(An Erotic Ethics Error Portrait) I gave you to my desert 'said ya' might be lost but not alone i sold you to me prototype propensity to scorn is mine to show, guess what?! Move, spoof, ove

I am the medium to treasures that pulsate in your desire among the death and the alive my regency swells at you side I give you I give blood I shell become one with god in your

Rearing the look from the sun I would never know the latest day I woke up in the cold broke that I promised, fading away, my light. Tell me, my repertory, if this will last what more they want my pri

For lifetimes pantomime transformad into a parade of mountains delivered from the golden doctrines

Hellchild, be awaken time to remember the rules the centuries bleed, the masters are dead and gone... Dance again this winternoght past and present shell unite run for the burial enter the vesper aga

In an earlier age Pandemonium - the first city of hell - stood on a lava mountain while lightning tore the clouds above it and beacons burned on its walls to summon the fallen anfels. - Clive Baker,

Flowers are fed by the guilty sun guilty for keeping the life command winds groa to storms, storme bear further sons thia is my breed... thia is my cycle of need. If you pay for me - I cannot be. Los

Mother sin, you know my bent Responsible for all That colours the paths I have gone A tragedy was torn From innocence and sorrow To a region I belong Where days of trust grown Inside life Have not ex