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Translate Email Print. A Steady Redeeming the Wretched - After The Burial - Forging a Future Self 3. Isolation Theory 4. The Forfeit 5. Fingers Like Daggers 6. Forging A Future Self 7. Warm Thoughts Of Warfare 8. Engulfed 9. Redeeming The Wretched.
A Steady Decline The secret's out this is the last time. Cast overboard, dragged out to sea. All premonitions drowned today in Redeeming the Wretched - After The Burial - Forging a Future Self murky waters flowing from wounds. But we emerged soaked in grace, dripping with the truth. You've fired upon a target so clear, but we. We've fought with sweat and blood, this life is all we have.
Today has taken a bloody toll, but the nightfall will claim your life. Claim your life tonight. Her majesty will swallow you, she'll devour you. And now we stand at this eulogy dripping with the truth. You fired upon a target and we fired back. We fired back on your stronghold. We devastated all defenses. Regret consumes you. Regret becomes us all. Isolation Theory So this is loneliness. Now I thirst for loveliness, to drink You Can See - Dave Stearman - Dave Stearman beauty.
I'll never fill my cup if I can't seem to free my frozen heart. Torturous veins tangle this body. A scream of anguish, silenced by the distancing to anyone. So this is loneliness. I know this all to well. Wrap me in your wings of amity. Isolation is a four letter word. Through my bloody hands I see my heart reach the ground. No one is there to pick it up from the floor. The Forfeit Every time your lips spill their poisonous words, they infect the ones you claimed to have cared for.
We are gored by your serrated ways. We shed our faith, we've bled oceans for your cause. We shed our faith in your atrocity. Open hands will shape what little time we have. We exude our servitude to a lifetime of deceptive worship. Righteous hands will rise, if only to redeem the city of the gods. And in ourselves we trust. A thousand fists will rain. This mighty downpour will wash away. There is new hope in every open eye.
Promise to ourselves that these words will never die. We exude our servant hood to a lifetime of immoral worship.
Righteous hands will rise, if only to redeem the souls of the meek. Burn your spores so your plague will not manifest in the hearts of the innocent. And when the blackest day becomes forever grey, the ash will scatter of what has not remained. The ashes have buried you. Fingers Like Daggers Your feminine fingers are like daggers. Tearing me apart, with each caressing stroke. My scars unravel cruel history. Our love was stab wounds and lusty kisses.
In your eyes I see wasted tears for wasted years, and heartache, heartfelt for granted. You left me with nothing but the desire to overcome.
This gaping wound from where you stole my vital organ. But keep it Oh My - Various - Your Jamaican Girl you, a trophy for yourself. Still you linger for another gaze. Die away from me. I won. My shirt stained crimson, from long nights of anguish. These scars are forever, but this won't be eternity. You wash away guilt in the oceans of my tears.
I will drown you. Forging A Future Self I - Vinterriket - Grauweiss (DVD) cut this noose. Untie these hands for me. They will insurrect my former self. Hide behind your failed design. Perfect its imperfections.
I'll carry out the plans of old. I'll dig through the remains of my ruins. Unearthing something truly remarkable once hidden by your opaque heart.
Digging through the remains of my ruins. From this day forth, your love will poison no longer. A strange suffocation, enticing existence. A ghostly bliss without your kiss. Never grasping what you've hoped for. Your translucent hands pass through the sunlight. Damned to be deprived of the blissful warmth of heaven. As you dissipate into the shadows. Our blood will wash away. Their skin will crack and peel in a thousand fires.
We will break every bone, we will crush them all to dust. An attempt so frivolous to save your life. Watch you hit the sanguine ground like autumn leaves. With each nail driven you drift away. This somber burial is a calamity.
Rise from your casket and kiss new breath from me. To those who can't behold your fading moonlight beauty radiating from your precious eyes, a tender gaze. Never witnessing an instance when you held time still forever in your matron hands.
Rise from your casket revive this effigy. New life will Redeeming the Wretched - After The Burial - Forging a Future Self your starving lungs. New blood will surge through collapsed arteries, and I'll hold you through it all.
Engulfed The sweltering heat sweeps through the blood, raising internal rage. The escalation of annoyance converts fingers to fists. Ready to smash the moral wall retaining the release, restraining the release.
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