(ian hunter/guy stevens) This isn't a song in the true sense of the word - it is an end-of-session jam (sounds a bit like 'the journey'); but I have
False false false Conception False conception immaculate lie Impaling her flesh with every stab Bleeding I remove all from within Chocking on her own
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The Immaculate Conception Lyrics Famke Janssen (Lord of Illusions): "Flesh is a trap. That's what he used to say. Flesh is a trap. And magic sets us
rumbling of discontent His black heart connected another black deed Dark undercurrent of hostility Characterized by immortal deceit Tongues Of flames Alongside The Conception
Afraid to stop and catch your breath? You know I'm right behind you I guess, some time You'll have to rest and I'll be there To push you through I'm
In cover of a dazzling full moon I pace in the hall rendered harmless by the memory Of what I used to be night's soon over I dread another sunrise the
I have crossed the ultimate limit today (A war is half-way won) Time and time again I've said to myself There's a time and place for everyone Frozen flame
[Music: Tote Ostby] [Lyrics: Dag Ostby] A new victim Another foe Soldiers pitch for the guns of believers A battlegound A fight for god One more dying
I've seen the outline of a scheme A vision of tranquility the world in my profound embrace I've seen conclusions at the end A mellow hymn of promises
Clinch onto the swirling wind Have a glimpse of ancient sins Taste a ray of amber light As the weary sun goes down There is yet another shore Luna's
Eyes cold as ice staring into vacancy Chasing shadow from within Chase the cool winds Harassed with remorse Now, that all is said and done I know that
I stride through the rain trying to expel The look on her face, the night we met Somewhere in the distance I hear the sound of drums like thunder Rolling
[PART 1] [Sweet Lavender] Sense the purity of your own mind child such an innocence not yet caught by judging eyes don't touch me little seed 'cause
I came with the moonlight I spread with the winds I'm future and faint past I'm ashes and dust Hush, don't you cry moonchild free your soul I'l tell
She lays her head on her pillow Says her prayers with no sound There's a shadow by her window Telling her, there'll be no one else to know Silent crying
Voices from a TV screen Breathing down your neck A man without a face Don't be surprised my friend He knows how to talk He knows how to collect The voices
hopes that I've grown Can you hear me under the mourning star? All I dream of, all the thoughts I must expel Who would, who could Who dares, who cares Your conception
