first Time curses everything for all of mankind A better future nonsense exists in our minds Years will pass and suffering evolves through our lives None can stand the endless curse
Open wounds along my throat! Scars will never heal! My Broken heart will always bleed... Infected blood will never cure laying alone in my grave
You cried because you fell Laying down there, eyes up to the sky you didn't try to stand up The blood still pouring on your cheeks And it's spreading
: i curse the sun in the summer burns me up till i'm blind i curse the cold in the winter but i don't really mind if they asked any money i would give
creation of this world see it all reduced to ash in the blink of a sunken eye i see one hundred winters pass my blessing, my curse perpetually i'm damned
woman stands in the turning December She's got ice on her lashes, white at her winter coat The trees stand like soldiers around her Dutiful wooden curse
: I look upon myself and curse my fate Shall I compare you to a winter's day? Pull down your vanity, I say pull down A world of made is not a world of
best forgotten? Bed of fire for the dying orphans? Is there a bridge for the endless mote? A river for the arid throat? A sun for the winter flower? A
: When you feel sad, or under a curse Your life is bad, your prospects are worse Your wife is sighing, crying, And your olive tree is dying, Temples
By witchcraft of trolls she casts her spells With curses from heaven and blessing from hell With the unholy rain and the northern breeze She curses the
the cold Come the order of chaos Spread by winter, hate and storms The final days descend the fall The worlds ends just as it began Cold winters claws
: Woo! Uhh, uhh It's "The Gift & the Curse" Uhh, uhh yea First they love me then they hate me then they love me again .. they love me again Let's take
feeling very old. Fifteen months of time my man's been gone. The second winter now is coming on. And our fates could all be worse But sometimes I still must curse
takes a harsh and cruel drought To sort the weaker saplings out, It makes room for stronger trees Maybe that's what life's about. Winter's come, the
: He never speaks But he understands Thinks higher than a man He's living in the northern lights In winter everlasting He travels around Big drum in
s in the heart Rivers red and deep - to throw me into sleep Advent of loneliness - to fall into autumn's womb A cold and vile embrace - as winter leaves
of the darkest angels, Curse from the night, by this symphony is recall. Lunatic hymns of evil blessedly by the dark, The obscur veil of winter is surrounding
: [plates 7-10] In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy, drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead, the road of excess leads