| Lyrics |
Music: Henriksson, Johansson, Sundin
Words: Stanne
Gently hold our headsgently hold our heads on high
Aimless time in fear now hideoverthrow the planconfusion lies in all my wordsmad is the soul
We barricade ourselves in holes of temperamentthis is the dawning of a new age
A heart that beats the wrong wayinsanity's crescendo
Windcolour - second sighta touch of silence and the violence of dark
Illusion span - the aroma of timeshadowlife and the scent of nothingness
Infinite fall of instinctorder of one spells deceit
Infinite lack of trustorder of one obsolete
Oh escaping time is all we lost ahead?
When it's found, can judgement make amends?>
From force fed impressionslet us mortify the mindeach soul to violateeach instinct to be rendered false
Torn asunder be the conventional forms and framesnow for the blood of heaven
Unlearn the cleansing acmes
Felt a tremor in the pillars of the senses
Cursed victim of a distance near
The first dream - the clearest vision
Aimlessly steer towards our nightwe belong to thee
Oh dearest bliss, unnerving silenceentangled within
Dimly begotten in clarity foundvirginlike tears for impurity bound
Beseech he who darken the stars and the skyto greet now this vision an emerald dawn
Empty the sun - carve out the wind
Insanity's crescendotear out the blinded eye
Lament of thunder - take comfort in fearlightning veins in crude exterior
Voice the oppression - voice the hypocrisylay down the law that made instinct fall
Escape now and revertthis cleansing rebirthtorn asunder be
Affect me not: darkened visioninsanity's crescendo
Grimly tread the footsteps tornrebellious stand the seeker tall
The thorn of insanity's handtake this darkened vision from my sight
Nailed to the image of ignorance
Each soul to violatefor the blood of heaven
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