still bleeding! My soul is still alive! Night visit! From far beyond Tonight he will visit! And there's no way around Tonight he will visit He'll leave
[Bonus Track]
fire! And the crimson sunset was seen Like a sinking diamond into the bottomless sea Never to return but to remain A distant memory of an ancient time
lycanthropy) Feels so good, but so thirsty (lycanthropy) Hurts so bad, in my blood (lycanthropy) (surrounded) by nightmare (haunted) by night air (feeding
An innocent little girl, Hungry for wisdom, But she searches in places so unsafe, Unaware, and uncautious A dark and rainy, Sunday afternoon At the
am still bleeding! My soul is still alive! Night visit! From far beyond Tonight he will visit! And there's no way around Tonight he will visit He'll
'm plagued with curses I roam the Earth's surface, snatchin' purses Allergic to catholic churches, what's the purpose Religious worship, is worthless I visit ancient
livin' out the life of a poet, I am the jester in the ancient court And you'?re the funny little frog in my throat I had a conversation with you at night
Up into the night Is that you, Baphomet, the inverted star? We visit here at midnight, we stay until the daylight Is that you, Baphomet, the inverted star? We visit
"All Soul's Night" This piece was inspired by the imagery of a Japanese tradition which celebrate the souls of the departed by sending candle-lit lanterns
ride the microphone It's O.C. slash Mush shine communication for the masses Puttin' my finger against NASA When I die, bronze my mic, preserve it for newcomers To visit
took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went to the room where his sister lived And then he paid a visit to his brother
viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns sang the clarion of my dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient azure throne. Assassins stalk the nighted
a torrent of viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns sang the clarion of my dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient azure throne. Assassins stalk the nighted
There a torrent of viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns sang the clarion of my dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient azure throne. Assassins stalk the nighted
on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room Where his sister lived and he He paid a visit to his
are you corrupting the child? Don't. Mother, the minute I'm done With performing in Rottwig, I'll come for a visit And argue. [QUINTET] Mayors