Hate pushing myself to the edge of things Avalanche on paved liquid stone Enraged, I’m touching a statue of fog Reaching out to end it all Closing an open door - cutting the fleshly chord Heading for distance faster than ever before Chasing the thinner air Agony pushing so hard that a glacier of blood seems to dissolve A search for the unknown - maniacally reborn A pilgrimage towards the blackest of resorts The mountains of madness are marvelously tall and arising Passing the axis of time in momentum My insides are crushed by a revolving pendulum Fade into sleep - towards the land of dreams Apprehension malfunctioning and giving in to the calling of winter that’s coming from home where the darkest of spirits in my heart have been summoned Awakened again I will travel once more on the night sky’s road I glide on the rays of contortion Once more through the winds of distortion Liber absque finis Drifting on the edges of a cell Free but with the risk of falling back Indubitably having all control Facing the temptation to abort Present in the harmony of death Hatred opened up a glorious path A mountain range of unforgiving eyes Imminent to fall upon the parasites unworthy of a life Liber absque finis In harmony in death I am Darkest spirits rising Heart of blackest blood is pumping Pulverizing bones Mountains manifesting Nourishing from the flesh of weak souls whose fates are condemned Hate pushing myself to the edge of things Avalanche on paved liquid stone Enraged, I’m touching the statue of fog Seeking out the most lonesome road Closing an open door... Seeking in disarray for the lost valley The great sanctuary of winter and fire Between the mountains which holds up the whole universe There will I travel again through the wind tunnels Fade into sleep - towards the land of dreams to the calling of winter on vast starlit avenues Now I will travel once more on the ever black night sky’s road Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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