Izakaron lyrics
Izakaron lyrics
"The Origin Lyrics"
Let's Dance (Radio Edit) Lyrics
Jiggy jump to the beat And keep bouncing 30 seconds and counting Hot one, this choice critical Situation is difficult My calibre won't allow me to rhyme on a level where you people can hear me
Milleniums turn to sand
Behesting the souls of the ashes
begrim'd
Vague dreams of god dwell within them all
Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times
His poetry landscapes are deserts of naught
Seeking his name 'neath the names of untrue
His trident did rise again
To pierce dimensions, nebulars with
lethal breath
of chasmic starless cold
The being who is the oldest of times
Lurkin
erecting the glorious reign
His name spoken words
Finding their way thro' the burning ordelesness
Supressed by collision of wills by even sealed...
Souls of reddening skies
Upon this necklace they thread as stones
Submerge in the gloam of dimmed luminaries
In galaxies savouring horror
Cosmos in crystals of possession reflected
Invicible torrents, fierce sounds of C
Infinity born of perfection enthroned
The forefather who let them drink of his essence
Had sent them to wastelands, their lives - hatred's
own!
Vague dreams of god dwell within them all
Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times
His mask cracks
Revealing the altars of ire unleashed
Devouring desires born of the past
Into the glory of unity does he arise!
Sans mercy I contemplate
V
Jiggy jump to the beat And keep bouncing 30 seconds and counting Hot one, this choice critical Situation is difficult My calibre won't allow me to rhyme on a level where you people can hear me
Milleniums turn to sand
Behesting the souls of the ashes
begrim'd
Vague dreams of god dwell within them all
Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times
His poetry landscapes are deserts of naught
Seeking his name 'neath the names of untrue
His trident did rise again
To pierce dimensions, nebulars with
lethal breath
of chasmic starless cold
The being who is the oldest of times
Lurkin
True Love Lyrics
I give to you & you give to me true love, true love So on & on it will always be true love, true love (x2): For you & I have a guardian angel on high with nothing to do But to give
g in the beings who multiply and unify,I give to you & you give to me true love, true love So on & on it will always be true love, true love (x2): For you & I have a guardian angel on high with nothing to do But to give
erecting the glorious reign
His name spoken words
Finding their way thro' the burning ordelesness
Supressed by collision of wills by even sealed...
Souls of reddening skies
Upon this necklace they thread as stones
Submerge in the gloam of dimmed luminaries
In galaxies savouring horror
Cosmos in crystals of possession reflected
Invicible torrents, fierce sounds of C
Born With A Hunger Lyrics
Hear the coyote howl He's found his pray at last In one moment of weakness The chase is over so fast He celebrates his kill No mercy in his eyes When you're born with the hunger The
aosHear the coyote howl He's found his pray at last In one moment of weakness The chase is over so fast He celebrates his kill No mercy in his eyes When you're born with the hunger The
Infinity born of perfection enthroned
The forefather who let them drink of his essence
Had sent them to wastelands, their lives - hatred's
own!
Vague dreams of god dwell within them all
Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times
His mask cracks
Revealing the altars of ire unleashed
Devouring desires born of the past
Into the glory of unity does he arise!
Sans mercy I contemplate
V
Kinda Love You Lyrics
I kiss the air where you were standing And think about you all the time you're gone I don't want to stay away tonight You're rushing for the last train lately And crash into the week all by yourself
nity swirling
and raging in me
My dust comprises his entirety
For I am the Source, I am the Key, I am the Primal
Chaos
My poetry's landscapes are wastelands of Un
The name of all gods are compelled by my own
Eternally do I change
To spawn dimensions, nebulars by cursed song of
chasmic starless cold
The being I am older than old
Blasphemy sans shapes or forms
Pulsation of unknown tytanic Chaos
I kiss the air where you were standing And think about you all the time you're gone I don't want to stay away tonight You're rushing for the last train lately And crash into the week all by yourself
nity swirling
and raging in me
My dust comprises his entirety
For I am the Source, I am the Key, I am the Primal
Chaos
My poetry's landscapes are wastelands of Un
The name of all gods are compelled by my own
Eternally do I change
To spawn dimensions, nebulars by cursed song of
chasmic starless cold
The being I am older than old
Blasphemy sans shapes or forms
Pulsation of unknown tytanic Chaos