Lines of time, drawn to an end
Constants of fate, never
All my desire are the flames of the eternal fire
Strange
the creation of thoughts
a process which never ends
our life guided
Mankind's nature isn't free
Decisions for a greater will
Guidelines for hypocr
"Elisabetha.... Elisabetha....
This is the tale of The Blood Countess
15 years
The road behind is crumbling
Time is paved by agony
So many
In this world full of winded corridors
Cities like mazes towers
Take them o'Death
And bear away
Whatever thou canst
Call thine own
Thine ima
My mind between day and night
Good and evil like two
You're welcome
Children of the night
To my world of chaos
Sanity is
Now the road is paved enough blood is spilled
The path
the creation of thoughts
a process which never ends
our life guided
Like on golden wings
Beneath the misty clouds
My heart is all
Because it stays in the mind of the Binder
Chaos spreads
In my shallow grave
I see the pictures of the past
All
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