1. On Thorns

Awakende from troubled sleep, where dreams
once lost as nightmares weep
To steal my soul and suffocate, what sanity remains.
My anger mute, within this sad fragmented mind.
Your eyes spark to light, the fire that burns away my pain.

Alone thonight, myself and I
On raven wings, our spirits fly

All hope has fallen out of sight, without the wisdom or will to fight.

Without the wisdom or will to fight, I face up to my destiny
You will see another side of me
A hate that dare not speak it's name, is born tonight, of sweat and fire

In streams of raw emotions, down my cheeks the tears flow
With my tongue tied, I damn these eyes that let my feelings show
With my tongue tied, I damn these eyes that let my feelings show
With my tongue tied, I damn these eyes that let
my feelings show

Many a cold winter nigth like this, she has come to me
Erasing my sorrows and soothing my fears
Yet here was a beauty so pure
She could truly outshine, any star on the pale grim sky
With my tongue tied, I damn these eyes that let my feelings show

She takes my heart, take her hand
Her eyes show things yet unseen

Alone tonight, myself and I
On raven wings, our spirits fly

2. Feelings Lost

Between the sheets of snow, for hundreds of years to come, lies the age of time.
To dwell upon the signs to come, are the paths of drops to hear.
To hear the silence of anger seek the fallen flake to the ground.
For seekers of the swallowed field, may never hear their battle cry.

Upon the quiet scream of renewal, flows the vein of souls.
To master the ignorance of shame is far beyond a man.

The seeker of the only cause of flesh that will, revive is waht the water brings.
Now hear the roar of the wind that sweeps, across the fjords and hills.
Now feel the souls of unborn childs that seeks the dying souls.
Awaken not from your sleep, now feel the calling from afar.

The boiling blood that now flows through these rivers they call veins.
May lift these arms so that I may slay again
.....and again.....slay again.....

In times the pain may dwell so the soul may rest,
but thou shall seek
Does the heart for reason to inflict.

Snow is melting in your dae, so fallen long ago.
Taste the knowing of your death.
To be free is what you're seeking.
Make your way, so the living may begin.

Ah, hear my silent scream, like an infant I am lost.
Do my soul, does swallow me hole.
For the battle it just begun.

By withering forest, they shall be put to rest.
So be..... So be afraid.

Now meet me now thy pagans force and show me to the field.
Where I may rest my innerself an my soul will always sleep.

Seek over the grass lain fields, fly with the wind of seeking souls.
See what the gods have made with your tired eyes.
Do not dwell upon the taste of pain.
Burn like a flame inside your head.
Hatred has got so far make it known.

3. Hatred Declared

Showing what was meant to be.
Walk the path, fallow your own trail.

Under frost to come the fire of, many a time winter cold to come.

In due time agony of pain will enlighten your soul to higher places.
To ride with the skies, to feel the wind through your bones.
No higher force can make them suffering of winter be endliess, to make the frost eternal.
High may the greater be, to make things so may it be enclose.

Night can be the door to make feelings appear, nights the goddes of eternaty.

Force is something to be recent with, to be followed through the shaft.
Disguised in warming good the writing will unfold, this is sure.
Hatred of the race to come, mountains will crumble.
Whispers will follow in trying moments, calling the pain.

The quilt cover frost bitteu bones
Revealing it's true nature turn to chalk
Grinded by feelings, smoldered by pain
Speak the world of hollow ground, speak it
high with agony sound.
Frost to come with many lies, forst be stopped with many tries.
Enter pain, enter now, enter winter with all of your snow.
Hail by thy, I call your name, erase this ground with shame.

Winds to come with tales of tomorrow, winds in time to shear.
Speak to the stars and expect an answer, glittering things will appear.
Down by cold over endless winter, bowed down by bone of frost.
In disguise the pain unfold, to assist the taking of the fallen skies.

Frost and pain together they ride, agony and death by their side

Night can be the door to make feelings appear, nights the goddes of eternity.

Force is something to be recent with, to be followed throug the shaft.
Disguised in warming good the writing will unfold, this is sure.
Hatred of the race to come, mountains will crumble.
Whispers will follow in trying moments, calling the pain.

The quilt cover frost bitten bones
Revealing it's true nature turn to chalk
Grinded by feelings, smoldered by pain

4. Silent Voice

Notice the kick of an unborn child take place,
notice the cry of an unborn child die.

All that is felt through the limber points of bones crisping, of grinding agony, until it snaps.

Now even as the rotting acres of rotting flesh seek up, into the skies of dark.

Shout is a weak way of discontent,
that there is no other way of waiting your cause.
Times of twice will tell them,
of the rage that you can feel when the clouds falls in.

There will be no comparing to the sense
They all feel when the choire start,
their choire of doom.
The sign of the voice will not be detained.

End is thought to be closure of nothing before is done,
to feel this sensation there is nothing to be done.

Thus they are one to be fallen right now,
there is no tomorrow for those that's left behind.

Eight is the time to be drawn through the pit,
eight is the time of endless pain.
Taken by the wind of souls never free'n,
takin by the once never seen.

Unfolded desires of catered wrath, all catered at once is more than a mortal can take.
Notice the dwelling of bones forcing their way, into hopes when the screams begin to
unfold.....unfold

5. At Autumn's Fall

Oh, what great kingdom this once was
Now cursed by a veil of death
Unwrapped and forgot, the tales
Of whilst dark clouds shroud the earth

Dark warlord raom the nocturnal sky
Ruling now as king

Few were we, who rode through the mist
To strike against his forces of war
And the silence fell upon the pyres at night
Fires of darkness enlighten, it burns up the sky
For what secrets, that lies deep within
The swords conceals the fears

Through the northern shadow
Under stars in silver moonlight
See us ride over snow-covered planes
Through withering bays, darkened nights
Armoured steel, worthy as king
Bow and arrow, tonight they sing
Winds of wrath, whirling by
Blood stained swords, our enemies die

Blood stained swords, our enemies die

Cold at heart, hands like stone
Crush their sleep, like a dragons fire
Sink the sund into the moon
Black night wind, theier shattered shields
Their broken swords, carried into fire

Go from me now and I'm lost
in the great dark, between the stars
And cannot even perish there,
for I must live until you still my heart

Still it now
I beg thee, still it now
And let my suffering cease

You know my secret, I am the dark, the night
Be mine, or I'm lost forever more

And the silence fell upon the pyres at night
Fires of darkness enlighten, it burns up the sky
For what secrets, that lies deep within
The swords conceals the fears

6. Shattered Senses

Behind the waterfall of emotions
it all came to an end,
there where nothing left.
Since disaster of irregularities
was sent upon, the feeble minded.

Anguish sent quivers through out my bones,
everlasting feelings that will never cease to end.
All that we've fought for, to an end it all came, without remorse to the fight inside.

To what menace will this be told
for and to what matter.
Stirring up the ground
an easy way to settle for peace

Can we find the meaning of the incidents?

The feet leave prints that will remain
for a lifetime,
to prove what the tales we tell.
The swollen hill sets before me
on my travel onward,
like inflamed wounds of the past I see.

My finger tries to capture the remaining air
to heal my inner self
Broken shortcuts seem to be the route we'll take until the roads ends with my downfall.

The grass is all brown of shredded anger
that remained throughout the
hours of our ingnorance.
Will we be able to restore the wrongs,
that we have done?
And will the march continue?

7. Symphony Of Anguish

After winds that caress your cold, blood drenched body, not willing to let go.
So is the hope of thoughts loning back to mere peaceful times.

To be born by fighting hand is all I have had.
So let the pain asleep is a battle
I never fought.
Let it guide me through a deranged
world of victims.
Teraing up whatever feeling you will have for the cause.

See with eyes still open, but yet so blind and dark.
Being a part of fight is to belong to something
higher than your self

So see what your anguish has sown in the blood
filled veins of power.
Being the higher being we all will be.
This will is the strong one.

Never mistake my words for what they really are,
now trust me
So see my reality, for the pain it is.
I am no follower, I am the path

Hide now for the feeling will seek upon
your pale skin.

Close your eyes and see the truth.

Clear your mind.
Open your senses.
Don't look back.
Oben your mind.
See your self-free.
Feel it be revealed.
Close your eyes and see the truth.

Behind the shade of compassion lost,
here will be a reckoning
The dawn will come as called upon.
To shatter the sanity that there is left.

Crawl like the vermin, so see what
you have become.
It has always been.
Let's go.
The battle is begun, let's play.
Flow with the screams so silent break the night.
What a symphony of anguish.
Joy, what have we done?

Never mistake my words for what they really are, now trust me.
So see my reality, for the pain it is.
I am no follower, I am the path

8. The Existing Darkness

Will not be turned by the inner turmoil inside.
Like raging rivers that turn
against its natural stream.
The heat that makes the daylight
sparkle with stars.
Obvious to your inner self it counter acts with
natural defenses

Like veins clutching together,
fellings follow your anger.
Like a shell you can't escape you own fear.
Your cloud now fulfills it's cover.
A view masquerade to something it's not.

Feel your fluid turn red, pain by your inner veins turn on yous.
Why such anger resides inside your being.
Mind failing and felling more to come.
Now damaged mind over comensates
for failing mechanics

Curved skin stretching to make way for
pulsating anger.
Something must give or we will
surely perish within our selves.
By air the anguish is overwhelmed to the open.
Secluded inside, ready to implode.

Your spine giving in to muscles never used.
The inner eye controlling your guiding sund.
For what will this be, searching your inner dephts
To lead it back to our existence.

I'm tired...
My vision is tired...
And my limbs are tired...
All has ended... at what cost?

9. Worshipped By Chaos

They ride by my side as sheep's
to the slaugtherhouse.

To the extent of madness my obsession will haunt my inner peace
The darkness that fills my aura will be my downfall, this I know.

However the sharpended light that shrieks through what is left of human conscious, never cease to
amaze me.
With my frozen fingers still trying to seek the warmth of these fellow items
called humans, called fellow humans

The silence of the shadow
Still seems to have an affect on the released
Feelings that emerges uncontrolled.
Feel the hardness erect in self-impalement.

Hear me tell my silent tale
See trough my perfect body
These will be the days to remember
These will be the days all will forget.

Do not mistake my pride for ignorance,
violence or bravery
See the actions of man for what it will become.
Caste out your feelings into the battle
with emotions never shown before.
Feel my hurt, feel my love, feel my contempt
Follow me and you will surely die, follow me
and I promise you eternal life.

They all march to my indifferent cause,
see them for what they are.

Blind enough to see the world how it is
Worshipped by chaos, ingnored by peace.

Se me march, see me conquer, see me cry.
Tears of gasoline, to feed my inner fire.