the great ones that inhabit the nightmare are sympathetic in spirit, and often answer when called upon.

it should be left in peace, unless one is truly prepared to assume the will of those gone before.

as you did for the vacuous rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. plant eyes on our brians, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.

at the time, some hunters believed that certain metals would ward off beast blood. on a night of the hunt, it is no wonder that pleople would resort to superstition.

here we stand, feet planted in the earth, but might the cosmos be very near us, only just above our heart?

vermin writhe within filth, and are the rot of man's impurity. crush all vermin without hesitation.

whatever happens, you may think it all a mere bad dream ...

when the frail of heart join the fray ... the hunter becomes the hunted.

love is a bird, she needs to fly. let all the hurt inside of you die.

now there's no point in placing the blame and you should know i suffer the same. if i lose you, my heart will be broken.

you're so consumed with how much you get, and you waste your time with hate and regret.

you only see what your eyes want to see. how can life be what you want it to be? you're frozen when you're heart's not open.

waiting for your call, night and day. i'm fed up, i'm tired of waiting on you.

please don't say you're sorry. i've heard it all before and i can take care of myself.

everything is bright now. no more cloudy days, even when the storms come, in the eye we'll stay.

a bullet through your heart. interpret the eyes as they die. should i cry? should i love?

i don't want to see what i've seen. to undo what has been done, turn off all the lights and let the morning come.

but if you send for me, you know i'll come. and if you call for me, you know i'll run.

you're in the wind, i'm in the water. nobody's son, nobody's daughter.

i don't even wanna do this anymore. 'cause you already know what you mean to me and our love's the only one worth fighting for.