Need & Greed

In this hour of Need

   The strange thing that we Feel

Deep within

   Under our Skin

Is the same as we always Did

   Hate and Greed spreading their Seed

Just like a lonely Seal

   A shameless Deed … that we all do it as we Please 

Again

Feeling empty and useless …again

It’s tearing me to pieces …again

The pain in your eyes makes me speechless …again

Trapped in these distances …again

Deep inside I’m helpless …again

Well I feel soulless …again

A Lunar Sign

Midnight in the Haunted Woods

She steps inside barefoot

A Revealing Moonlight

Is Stretched upon a Graveyard

Peaceful, Yet so Fragile

She knows exactly when

It’s all going to End

She knows exactly how

She’s going to prevail

With her beautiful dark eyes

She’s searching for where he lies

A Tomb made out of Black Stone

This is his ultimate Prize

In the solitude of her mind

She always thought, “He will be mine”

Now he must feel benign

That benighted by a Lunar Sign

She’s coming to lie next to him

Under the tallest Pine

Empire of Man

Error of the Wise   ,  is the Law of the Sheep

Error of the Sheep ,  is the Fuel of the Beast

Error of the Beast  ,  is the Destruction of Scenes

Error of the Scene ,  will make us obsolete

My Distance , Your Denial

Your Eyes , My Face

My Hands , Your Neck

Your Knife , My Back

My Heart , Your Ache

Your Laugh , My Tear

My Life , Your Fear

My Pain , My Pain

Your Death , My End

Return to Solitude

Only God is as cruel as God himself , Welcome to my new born Hell

Crippled and broken in my mind where I hide , Waiting for the tainted light to leave me be in the darkest shadow of night

I hear the cry of a Banshee , Objecting to the law above

I wanna run , I wanna help her , But even my bones are numb

I was raised by my demons , Learning how to fight

Facing the fallen angles who are trying to lie 'bout what's right

Now , I'm dying in a dark place alone , In the corner of my annihilated 

mind

On the left hand of God

The world is rotating on the left hand of god. While resting in his inner sanctum he tries to conquer it all , Ugly and dull , He's ready to fall. He's no puppeteer , He's like someone sitting in the audience making you feel guilty for being yourself. 

In the beginning of time , Living and surviving had the same meanings , after moving through the shadows of time , There was a brief moment which these two words were different , But again , Now , We try to survive by living through dodging bullet , By walking through the cry of mankind , By grabbing to the weakest branches on our way , and we call it , Victory. There's no victory , There's no hope , There's no survival , There's nothing.

So , you may ask , What can we do ? What path is mankind destined to ? But I gotta tell you , You're actually asking the wrong question. There's no path to walk , There's even no feet to carry us around anymore , There's no eye which could show us the way. We are Doomed