- Beholder of Eyes
Like paint on canvas, brought to life
Like each swipe of brush look through my eyes
And see in my heart flooded with light
My existence is art, the starry skied night
A gift of pieces, puzzled forever
A part of something better; put me together
And be my shelter in atrocious weather
- Gatekeeper of the Castle Ruins
Только посмотри в глаза его -
Он чужой, пал на дно.
Посмотри, как сердцем гибнет он,
Жизнь убил, он - никто.
Иногда в поздний час
Выходил он в ночь
И, молитвой простясь,
- Insurgence
I must break down and build. I only wish to be a part of this world. Pain, anguish at the expense of thrills. The heat in my heart only causes me chills. Every exit of the needle filled with pills, the blood spills, all things false are instilled. Uncomfortability, disease is killin me, in a pile of shit thats become warm tranquility. Destruction of my conscience to rise above. Misplacing integrity in the caverns of destructive love. Douse the earth in fire so we all can see in the dark. And with our blistered feet we will dance. And for once i wont feel apart. The truth be told is still a lie to the liar. Diseased thoughts. Inspirations expired. Persistant flames fill my veins, bleeding ash. Disengaged from this world. Destruction covers my path. This prison is small and the walls lined with black. Now feast your eyes upon my pestilant wrath. My stomach turns, chest open wide. Noone understands the rampant darkness inside. These robotic pawns, and their diluted minds. Potential is illusion. These people are Blind. Douse the earth in fire so we all can see in the dark. And with with our blistered feet we will dance and for once i wont feel apart. Not even water could extinguish this hellfire. So theres blood in the soil but theres still stars in the sky. Treacherous cries reminds us that were barely alive. x2 Douse the earth in fire so we all can see in the dark. And with our blistered feet we will dance and for once i wont feel apart. Not even water could extinguish this hellfire
- Labor, The Enslaver
When summing up the existence of all human kind, There's simply one word that
comes to mind, Labor.
The Enslaver.
A tractor beem to the grave, And your all falling victim, Living life as human
slaves.
You do what your told.
Your worth is bought, Your worth is sold.
Growing colder, And getting older each day.
- Liberated Guardian
Вы забыли,
Что сказали
Старые шаманы.
Волки выли,
Люди спали:
Не начни облавы.
Разогнать их нечем,
- Odyssey of Curiosity
Surrounded by giants, the fear a spirit endures. Discovering the senses that a life ensures. Blind faith without sight, not knowing wrong from right. Reaching out from the womb. Fear is the only resource. Imitating surroundings. Reliance upon those around me. Suffering has never been part of understanding. Converging touch into the small of a brain. Odyssey of curiosity is molded by pain. Testing those that I trust with extreme disdain. Wants and needs that emerge like sunshine clouded by rain. The teachings, and the preachings are becoming me. A brave new soul to this life. The world's a nightmare, by the orders abide. The mind as a sponge, into existence we plunge. What's learned becomes growth letting behaviors inside. Imitating surroundings. Reliance upon those around me. Suffering has never been part of understanding. Converging touch into the small of a brain. Odyssey of curiosity is molded by pain. Testing those that I trust with extreme disdain. Wants and needs that emerge like sunshine clouded by rain. The teachings, and the preachings are becoming me. Trusting warmth within arms. Seeking independence. A slave to the heart. Extensively eccentric. Improvement constantly in form with the movement. Wisdom is birthed within the presence of prudence. Finding truth in the nightmare. Comfort seeding from the love that is born there. Confusion colored on the face that I bear. Analyzing failure comes the confidence I wear. A brave new soul to this life. The world's a nightmare, by the orders abide. The mind as a sponge, into existence we plunge. What's learned becomes growth letting behaviors inside. Surrounded by giants, the fear a spirit endures. Discovering the senses that a life ensures. Blind faith without sight, not knowing wrong from right. Reaching out from the womb. Fear is the only resource.
- Spill Bilderberg Blood
The globe is a war-field. Desecrated contagion scattered throughout this harrowed land grinds beneath my feet like fallen leaves beneath a deceased tree. A bestial river flowing with the blood of the fallen carries severed limbs and intestines in a twisting current of plasma. To self-proclaimed leaders our lives are meaningless. These malicious men have cast us into involuntary monetary slavery. They are voracious leaches feeding on the free will of humanity. Donate your life to government genocide! FEMA coffins lined with human ash line the corpse paved roads to superlative domination. A black plague breeds beneath the ground, but the answers to life do not lie below. They lie within your flesh, and swim through your blood. These imbecilic drones are killing for payment in fel possessions until the murder of innocents becomes an omnipotent obsession. The globe is a war-field. Desecrated contagion scattered throughout this harrowed land grinds beneath my feet. To self-proclaimed leaders our lives are meaningless. These malicious men have cast us into involuntary monetary slavery. Our sanity is a shotgun painting the walls in our enemies brains. Spill Bilderberg Blood!
- The Dawning of a New Age
Consice and open minded
A stronger me
The need to be found
Falls to the ground
And now I'm free
There comes a time, when all of the governing forces of life
Come to a head
- The Great Divide
When I cross over The Great Divide
Between the souls that reside
In this cold and calculated reality
Whats in the beyond awaiting me?
My heart is racing, the end is here
Ive been constantly fading these past few years
So much left undone, unfelt, unseen
- The Prophecy
Taken by warriors and led to sacred land.
Entrenched within the deepest of waters.
Locked inside a sarcophagi, awaiting the end of life.
Tremors rock the keep releasing Ico from his tomb.
No more a prisoner of doom.
He combs every corridor for life.
Hunted by his shadows, the ethereal portals call him speaking inside his head.
The endless stair to freedom, decimated in a single second.