to their call. A firestorm to purify. Forged in the flames of chaos. Hammered by trials to tempered steel. Convictions, tried and tested, onto a razor
Order in chaos from an indefinite system One step mistaken and the great scale is broken Ever star a world we will call, The earth being the greatest
Waitin' for this hell we call a party to stop Smash our worlds together Supercollider Chaos in motion Chance of colliding Fate & faith & where you are Fate & faith
drop it Just tell me what's the difference between a psychic and a prophet? (well) A prophet gets the word of God through the Holy Spirit (and) A psychic
barely listening And you can't shape love with a hammer And you can't shape love with a will What horror lies in knowing There's no faith that chaos
Call Part 3) [music: Abate/Canavaggia, lyrics: Blachier] leaving a cradle of light falling into hell at the first sight staring at this new chaos life
smile from the pile Cause I wasn't on the bottom, I'm a man With a child and a voice and a lovelife IF I get a choice then I hope I go just like BAM!!
been and all the people she had met along the way. a new emotion began to unfold inside of him one he thought he had overheard in a conversation looking
him that's like Strawberry jam to top it off." [Jim:] "This is some live rock and roll at KAOS Where rock and roll comes out of chaos And a song called
And the look on my face is saying it all I need to find a safe place to call home Where no one's watching I'm all alone Put me in a coffin of stone If
of the secret tells a terrible tale visions of death and destruction evil prevails. A time will come the say when the faithful fear no longer. They call
rites Death seduced and chaos wakes Obsession grips, blindragon fever In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies And Saturn rapes faith's lovelorn Diva Upon a
Queen of endless might She is the initiator of dark dreams - Bringer of Luciferian light She is Satan's mistress, a reflection of the Black Sun A Queen
die rust, and rot away, this last war doesn't have a name a cancer on this lifeless carcass called the world not one left in peace, a policy of manditory
. When everybody had lost their faith, a child was born, but no one could be the father, except for a god. This child was a gift from the skies of life
your faith to Satan, heard every sabbaths of the mighty priest, sacrificed yourself upon the altar of the evil church and finally became a faithful son
of gloomy forests from the North. The fog of the new moon, effaces the engraved epitaphs on a medieval tombs, but the accursed winds are rising, calling
you if I call out will you walk on water will you walk on water just a little ways out just a little ways in if I was making a bridge this is where
