Unendlichkeit.

The days of infamy are beyond us,
Dusk covering the lonely sky,
Acid rain extinguishing the earth,
With the gazes in the sea of flames.

We were born here,
We shall die here,
For infinity and the zero are the same,
We are one to live and die.

Blunders.

There are far many consequences,
In this thriving and dying days,
Where the sun is too hot,
The winters are too cold,
And some are tired of loving.
Living.

Pure.

There is eternity in the snow,
Passion in the sky,
Waiting for the spark to breath,
Waiting for the one blessed night.

We are civil,
We are right,
We are human,
Blood tonight.

Funeral.

At every turn, more and more,
Watching awaiting, ailing,
Bleeding, crying,
What he told me;
That man in a black robe.

I can smell him.

Reverse Wing Technology.

Fixed views and fixed ideas,
Fixed wings with fixed death,
Does music follow one note?
Does humanity follow one dream?

Peace on perched eagles,
Flying to live or die?
Who would dare ask such questions?
Questions of eternal unknown.

noitcarfeR.

Look to the cobalt night,
At the night sun blind,
To the dark blind light,
The blind is unkind.

The dreamy moonlight,
The kind is very blind,
The dark light at night,
The cobalt night is unkind.

Behind You!

Back, get back to your low position,
Back, get back to the life you know,
Back, get to the diving board into oceans,
Back, get to the detonator of zero.

Seele.

I need you to bleed for me,
So that you and I will see,
This life is full of hope and misery.

Look at the flame on the horizon,
Burning through the skyline,
It's time.

Pater noster, qui es in caelis...

Forgive us father, for our sins,
We find our own gates to paradise,
As we bow and sing our hymn,
Deliver us from our abundant vice.

Our gate is our gate to cross,
So others shall meet in thy heaven,
As we gaze into the seas of chaos,
Hallowed are those who are chosen.

الحرب

How many more will die?
In pointless wars of man,
Built on deception and lies,
Finding all the young fans.

Greed and arrogance plague us,
Using our idea as a excuse,
Watching all die with all some,
Burning with unknown muse.

シーン

Nothing of luck and steel,
Going down to pray and kneel,
Breaking barriers every day,
Just to watch equality.

You're no better but equal,
Some are more equal than others,
But that really does not satisfy,
Just to make you cheat and lie.

The storm's on the front.

نمي فهمم

The sun sets on my hallowed street,
All noise and cold silenced,
Here loneliness and darkness meet,
The silence roars with quiet.

The black azure make cobalt,
The dreams are crimson blood,
Parents saying its not your fault,
This blood belongs to your son.

Spare Change.

The woman walks on high shoes,
Waiting to be swept off in day,
Trying to just go straight through,
And satisfy in every way.

The man acts like he won't care,
And goes rampant in his ways,
He won't go ahead and stare,
The one charade he can't fake.

The moon will howl at them,
The sun will force new plans,
Burning eyes like gems,
Love will fold them in soft hands.

Удачи!

Look at the fragmented monster,
This has become in entirety,
Nonsense and spectacle galore!
Wanting freedom in death,
Because happiness is much more!

Your eyes will soon bleed,
If you do not go and sleep,
Watching you in your corner,
Is your death, savior I seek.

Aylissia.

For those willing to listen,
Have hearts of compassion and heart,
Those willing to talk,
Have neither strength or heart.

Such is the inaccuracy and rampancy,
Of a bored person,
With too much time on his hands.

Forced.

The sickness of the man,
Is his unwillingness to fight,
He will die and struggle,
He will die with no memory.

Does it matter if you knew him?
Or that you know it happens everyday?
Is this what you want for Earth?
Is this what you want for yourself?

Perfect Soldiers.

And the hell hounds will bite him,
The angels will hold in their arms,
Caring not whether he loses or wins,
Not caring about all possible harm.

He likes being expendable with strength,
The orders and the exploding sounds,
Devoted to one duty to any length,
Rising when fate beats him to the ground.

Abaddon,

Go to the place where men once fought,
The depths of hell and the image of fear,
The peace and prosperity these men sought,
So that their children will live another year.

The apple is black as Eve once picked,
And Adam watched by in pitched quiet,
Humanity is the stonewalled conflict,
War is the abyss awaiting riot.

We we live and we will forget the past,
As we draw power from it and not it from us,
We struggle to understand the contrast,
So we pray to be forever blessed.

The Great Escape.

There's a laugh behind the doors,
Walking smoothly like the flowers,
Still in that vase changed like a whore,
I turn around as that sound cowers.

Turn the lock, turn the key,
Open to see that window core,
Behind me filled with misery,
Looks like going out is a chore.

What happened to the sun,
It was sunny just a moment gone,
Gone without the glory and fun,
Tonight is going to be far too long.

The Anarchist Cookbook Vol. 2.

There is nothing but the wings of destiny,
Twined in a bird perched on shoulders.

They sing their song of peace and joy,
And understanding through patience and virtue.

These birds are shot down, bleeding on their flight.

Such is the cost of governments and society.