Beyond the night, deep in the darkness
i'm waiting,hidden from the light
to show you foreign lands of horror,
to be your guide into the night.

I show you realms you

opus_noctis

l'ombra della notte
circonda la materia della terra
I corvi fanni grandi cerchi
sapra dimenticati nell'passato.

posti, dore fuerrieri sono diventati eroi
e la

beautiful_blackness

Warm shadows put their arms around me
when the night comes falling down.
When darkness is a single tear
I wear my sadness like a crown.
Convoke my pain back to the court,<

dark_angel

and yes, we are mortal
now that we've left Eden.
the raven's calling for my soul.
come, dark angel, strengthen me.

ablaze my rage, come, dark angel,
tear open

nebelmond_(das_ich_remix)


from_a_silent_yearning_dark

Every defeat's a little death.
It's a disaster for the weak,
but for me it's just a challenge,
a passage to another me.
And therefore, rouged with blood and ashes,
I

gods_of_gloom

there is something going on
and it's rough
and it's cruel
and it's deeply satisfying

there is something from inside
that is huge
that is cruel
tha

blood

You'd better stayed at home tonight.
You'd better locked your door and prayed.
You'd better listened to their warnings.
You'd better never crossed my way.

Moonless

tod_und_teufel

Furien gleich am blauschwarzen Himmel
durchreiten auf Wolken Dämonen die Nacht,
getragen vom Haß aus den Tiefen der Seelen,
dürstend nach Rache, erfüllt von Macht.
Ruf

lacrimae_rerum

From a thousand wounds I'm bleeding.
The stench of decay hangs over me.
Desperation floes from out af all pores.
There is nothing left of ...me.
My hopes like falcons

raben_nutte

Ich hörte eine Stimme
hab Maschinen gesehn
es waren Raben da.
Zwei schwarze Vögel ihr Gefieder hat die Nutte gelutscht
sie zischten die Spucke der Nutte
ist auf di

requiem

And while the sun is falling I drink
to the eclipse of my mind,
each breath's a torture, I'm sinking
into bittersweet oblivion.
Giants we were, inaccessible,
out of

the_downfall_of_jezira

blood from our blood
flesh from our flesh
spirit from our spirit
death from our grace
now it's the downfall of Jezira.

they may try it all their lives
t

iconoclasm

Not every life ends with death,
some banes outlast the endless sleep.
Sometimes the spirit is too strong,
sometimes emotions are too deep.

I scorn you past the end

prophecy

You'll talk to the wolves,
have the eyes of the night,
the tongue of the ravens,
you'll have the second sight.

You'll hear the trees whisper
to the stars and