IRC-Galleria

Your arms are my cradle, your hair is the heavenly abode
My longing for touching your skin bears a heavy load
I wanna bathe you my love in broad heavens of divine light
A precious angel you are of the bodies of celestial might

Your eyes are lighting up the skies like the chariots of fire
Let me take you there tonight, take you higher and higher

Without you it's all dim and dire
Your poison burns like fire
My eyes are closed and all I see is you

Until the daylight spreads its horror and us once again reviles
May the gods of the night let me stay in your heart for a while

Without you it's all dim and dire
Your poison burns like fire
My eyes are closed and all I see is you

I want you, I want you
I don't wanna let you go away

I...

I deliver myself to you
Lucifer, my father, you're my light
And my way out of the dark
I wanna set the skies on fire
And watch the angels as they fall into the sun

Why have you forsaken me?
Why have you betrayed me?
Why did you abandon me?
Why did you leave me?

Father
Can you forgive me for what I've done?
I never meant to hurt you
But I'm not your son
Now the time has come for me
And I must leave
My wings are heavy
And my journey has begun...

And now that we're dead
We've learned how to live
Our failures taught us how to forgive
And now that we've rise from the ashes of me and you
All our dreams shall come true

Floating in circles
Stars shine a light our way
To meadows and fields, green as the grass
Where we lay down
Forever...

And now that we're clean
Our souls can be free
Our love is the only drug we need
And now that we're one
We don't need any God
Divinity flows in our blood

Floating in circles
Stars shine a light our way
To meadows and fields, green as the grass
Where we lay down
Forever...

Drag me down and chain me

This is not what it seems
This ain't no cozy little dream
This ain't no mysterious way, no no
This is just another Sunday

I die alone
On Via Dolorosa
I carry my burden alone
On Via Dolorosa
I'm dragged down by the stone
On Via Dolorosa
I carry my burden alone
On Via Dolorosa

This ain't no universal mastermind
This ain't no projection of one of a kind
This ain't no religious highway
No, this is just another Sunday

You ask for forgiveness but your lips they are still lying
You might be forgiven but the angels are still crying
But you're alive so please try one more time

And all dirt you throw so deep down in that well
Will be there waiting for you the day you entered Hell
But you're alive so please try one more time

You have walked these roads alone, you've spent you time with faith
Without any answers found and now time is running late
But you're alive so please try one more time

You might think I'm not any better and you'd ask me what i would do
But sincerely love you still and these thing they are part of you
But you're alive so please try one more time

We have left the bridges burning for the sake of trying
And as long as you are happy I don't care if our love is dying
But you're alive so please try one more time

The river's flowing
The water's deep
The water's dark
Where angels weep

The skied are falling
It's time to leave
But don't you ever say goodbye

The whip's back lashing
And planes are crashing
The water's dark
The water's deep

The skies are falling
It's time to leave
But don't you ever say goodbye

And then we crash into the sun
With so much left undone
We're leaving now
Misantropolis

A life's a gospel
Some girls are soul
Some baby's blues
Mine's rock'n'roll

But we're falling
It's time to leave
But we will never say goodbye

And on four horses
Come special forces
The water's dark
The water's deep

Cause we're all falling
It's time to leave
But we will never ever say goodbye

And if i would dare to tell the truth
Nothing would stay the same
Now love me or leave me
But this has to come to an end

Soon...

Oh dark horizon
You speak the truth
Oh temple Lord
Cold blood is pumping through your veins

You drown the sun
Of horror lies
Oh Master Lord
Light up the fire of you reign

In the name of thee
We are the fallen
We are the plague
We are the dead spots of the sun

Oh woe to you
Oh Lord of flies
You lead our path
Aeons of our vengeance have begun

Run... run...

One, two, three, four...

Sons and daughters
Troubled waters
A stench of burned gasoline
Silicon and Codeine
Flooded highlands in misty haza
Mudslides and suicides
Earthquakes and gamma rays
Devilish acts of God above
Carried to heaven by a dirty white dove
And in the corner there's a broken man
His fingers are on the trigger now
And as the smell of dying embers
And rusty strings on his bow
A sound explodes and fills the room
And echoes beyond these walls of doom
Until it vanishes up in the air
With nothing more to come
Yeah, we must aim for the stars and we are gonna get up high
We must build another tower and make it though the fires
We must sail the seven seas now the water abound
We shall cease the deceased until the angels come around
With noting more to come...

A new cold breeze in the air
Wish i could take you up there
Where we would drown in the sun
But summertime is gone

A chilly wind through my spine
And heavy clouds in decline
Winter's work has begun
And summertime is gone

And i wanna see you once again
And i wanna tough you once again
Oh, this is what dreams are made of
My, oh my
These soothing times
The summer wine
Summertime is gone!

Now clouds are hanging low
And paint the land in snow
The equinox is through and done
And summertime is gone

I dream a little dream of summer days
And spread my wings of dreams to leave this place
With summershine and dreams for two
One for me and one for you
I dream a little dream of summer days

Dead angels are our friends
May the demons smile again
And may our virtue be superior

Judge and jury, who's to blame
And in the end it's all the same
Rusty ruins with gold exterior

Like quivers hung from clods of grey
You're getting yourself in our way
I turn the other cheek another day

Lucienne
Burn for me
In a fire of a million degrees

Break down what stands before us
Genosides and Exodus
Folklore of a bleeding Nazarene

A paradise of parasites
Moth holes in wings of white
Hollow psalms of miracles unseen

We are stillborn before the equinox of the Gods
And shall rise from the sound of whipping rods
Years we shall rise from the sound of whipping rods

(the cherubs are falling,
the demons are calling)