Mouldbreath from Dirty Granny Tales

Oblivion Realm is fading in the grave
Death! Always be mine
Is seeking for peace
Terms of mind no longer exist
Deamonic celebraton
Death! Always be mine

The facial muscles of the bracelet's owner are asymmetrically scretched.
His mouth is closed, compressed from the weight of anxiety.
As for his black optic sensors, they are casting sparks
in the dim luminosity of the room.
An electric storm of thoughts is raging inside them.

The book before them
Where all records have been written
When Creation comes in Trial
Then the Gods will sit in Judgement

Canticles as hope

Do not forsake me
Seeking me through vast afflicted
To redeem me, by the passion.

Canticles as hope

This is my p

And the huntress embraced the night
The fever, the heat, the lifeflow
All around the starlight sky
A creature born of nightmares

The book before them
Where all records have been written
When Creation comes in Trial
Then the Gods will sit in Judgement

Canticles as hope

Do not forsake me
Seeking me through vast afflicted
To redeem me, by the passion.

Canticles as hope

This is my p

A quest for the supreme grace
The highest and most refined
Form of precious lifeforce
The blood of Jeshua the vampire

The holy grale of immortallity
Unholy relic of our race
Filled with the occult elixir
From the veins of the renegade

The glorious templar knig

Day of Anger
What dread there will when the judge shall come?
To judge all things to judge things strictly
What shall I plead in my anguish?
Who will help me? Give me your councel
Day of Anger
Day of Terror
Will resolve the Earth in ashes
this was David's revelati

Do you feel my sin
My warm breath upon your skin
Your world is pain
But I am the life
I will seal your fate
(with) Neverending joy

I can wipe away your tears
With one fatal lethal kiss

No words escape my blood red lips
And yet I call to you
I will out

Heaven wasn't
wasn't as was fold
My heart throbs
My strength is spent
The very light has gone from my eyes

Evil for Good

I count on you (God)
It's you (God) who will answer
I pray (God)
Do not forsake me
I count on you.

Ethereal Dome:

Time was running out, and the people knew it.
The ethereal dome was not visible anymore.

The Trip is not so Long:

In a deserted dirty station.
A passenger is in wait.
He has a ticket for the last train.

The trip is not so long.
A dance on th

Exaudi and ruin them as their actions deserve
Exaudi and ruin them for the work of their hands
Exaudi and ruin them as their actions deserve
(and never rebuild them)

[a hooded one:]
"we are passing now to phase vi. the sequence is complete."

Cendor looked at the screen making a strange grimace as he pushed the button.

[cendor:]
"farewell my friends. your path is cleared now".

[mayon o:]
"at last we can move"!

[gaia:]

They created me as their sword
And clothed me in chaos
So my form may be ever hidden
In the shadows

I am the mask, the will,
The punishment
Of those that were
When time was not
Of those who breath beyond time

I am the priest of the ether
The knight of

When the cursed all are banished
Doomed to that devouring furnace
Summon me among the blessed. On my knees I fall (before them)
Grant the dead eternal rest perpetual light shine.

Day of bitter Lamentation
When man rises up from ashes
Doomed to Judgement Lost and Guilty<

Cachés derrière des portes entrouvertes,
Je connais ta voix, je l'ai aimée...

Je sens la trahison, aux bouts des doigts,
Frappant toutes les touches d'un piano désacordé.
Je sais que c'est le morceau qu'on aimait...

La lune effleure, mes espérances ravivées,
Au son d'

Make us know the shortness of our life
that we may gain wisdom and heart.
Some were sick on account of their sin.

Some were forced to rely on their guilt
...But who is God?
Your Heaven or Hell?
Some were (very) pleased on account of their sins.

Let them free

As I think of you.
With cries that pierce me to the heart
For I own all the beasts
Of the forest beasts in theirs thousands on my hills.
With cries that pierce me
To the heart my enemies
Revile saying all the day
Where is your God?
You love evil more, than good li

Black vultures guide the unyielding wind, through the land of onerous duties. Ats wrath inflates the weathered sails still rising over the broken mast. land of onerous duties, where the memory of humans is the echo of my suffering soul. there... death is the only one whose promises remain fulfil

How useless to keep my heart pure and wash my hands in innocence.
When I was stricken all day long, suffered punishment.

Day after day.
Heavens are away.

Can he who made the ear. Can hear?
Can he who formed the eye. Can see?

Sin speaks to the sinner

Sin speaks

Winds listen to me
And carry my voice as far as there are ears to hear
Clouds lift my spirit to the open doors of heaven
Eleven times the earth has offered a ring to her beloved
since the day I reached this lonely place.

Now I am Misery's King

These rocks became my Pa