Numb I crawl, losing you. Over something so frivolous, so petty. But this pettiness is all you know. You wear a chip on your shoulder like a badge of fucking pride
My Blackened Edges; still they were Sharp Honoured by the Carnal Herds but asketh thou: Closed are the Gates? My Mind cut my Winged Weapons and Teeth that was my Pride
Abbath / Demonaz] The rising moon so bleak and old Its darkened grin poisons my soul Mist pledges the darkness I ride this night - lustful with pride
weaken These were the days that you know not, this was long ago The tortured soul of fathers old was his to seek revenge for Those of pride who would
they fight, for they are right, yes, but who's to say? For a hill, men would kill. Why? They do not know Suffered wounds test their pride Men of five
dying world stripped to the bone, Intoxicated by the madness. Blood weeps from open wounds. And still the fires rage, Consumed, now chaos reigns. Our pride
and concealed Abyssic spirits haunt the hellish winds among the solitary virtue The last chronicle is finally revealed... Through vast enchanting woods I stray in pride
And reach the skies far above the wooden pantheon... I await the night and the storm it brings To conquer these lands of pride and joy To blacken their
reach the skies far above the wooden pantheon... I await the night and the storm it brings To conquer these lands of pride and joy To blacken their
lust with thee and fulfil my darkest dreams We dance above all carnal beings Our flesh as one is burning under the cold Winter rainfall The blacken
and announce a new beginning tonight we wave and give up a smile as a flaming shuttle passes by outside the window something is creeping a burning skeleton beams with pride
endless grey on they fight for the right yes but whose to say For a hill men would kill why they do not know Stiffened wounds test their pride Men
good and evil I know right between, there's no borderline This is the punishment divine Surrounded by night, I've been offered insight There is none but the sin of pride
to attack The boatman struck at its small stupid eyes And it crashed to the ground and lay on its back. Without a warning the sky seemed to blacken As
am a poet who composes what the world proses And proses what the world composes I am a poet who composes what the world proses And proses what the world composes Damned indecision and cursed pride
Degeneration tears your blackened eyes The final descent for the last in life No joy in our tired lives, the torment builds inside The sun sets forever
. Numb I crawl, losing you. Over something so frivolous, so petty. But this pettiness is all you know. You wear a chip on your shoulder like a badge of fucking pride
of death Hold your pride high Fuck off and die and die Inside the sacred halls Contain the sacres truths Our fathers cry as we Revive our blackened roots
