me up in arms with you' And you're raising the dead in me Twenty-four oceans With twenty-four hearts All of my symphonies With twenty-four parts Life
the second man) All of my symphonies with twenty-four parts (Oh, oh, I am the second man now) (And you're raising the dead in me) Life is not what I
to the end Seduction and torture, sex of the 90's Mass murders and random violence, when the living become the dead Father killing mother, daughter,
Lifeless symphonies playing on the last refrain So malignant and cold This is the music for the dead And the primitive chords, Embraces me like a cold
end of the dream, he saw the scene from a bird's eye Only to witness his dead body laying on the cement It was only to witness his dead body laying
The piano player?s dead Someone shot him in the head I want to make sweet love to his fucking music Who would've wanted the show to end this early? I
to make believe in always and all it seems Train wrecks hide underneath your umbrella Accept a frame Destiny and on first name soliloquy Tired symphonies
Walking down an alley Deep in blue neon A dead end for today Under skyways worn Concrete from far below Rising up above Surrounded by shadows Garden
sucking up John Doe's strenght. He is strolling around his limited territory, dreaming about something that might let him out of this dead end street...
and the end of us all Whistles, shouts and more gun fire Lifeless bodies hang on barbwire Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb Be reunited with my dead
where you'd kill for your lover and a song in your head. The deaths of countless others simply set up the lyrics for your symphony. That's where you'll
fell wind stirred the leaves The persecution song Telltale signs of possession Little Miss Demeanor in the demons bed Gasps, she just could not suppress After lights out, midst the dead
. Shady gentleman. fly-button. feel. In the underpass, the blind man stands. With cold flute hands. Symphony match-seller, breath out of time. You can
Atrophy from the severed head Cacophony caused by the living dead Blasphemy of the Flesh Symphony of the living dead Prophecy of terror and dread
like a mirror Every part a remembrance from me Symphony from my deepest sorrows Played by tortured angels This is life but still I am dead Through the
Dargor, do it... it must be done... free your rage and light your soul... It's Gaia's call... And this is then the epic end of the legendary tale
and her dark son breathed new life... The power of the dragonflame realized what had seemed to be impossible... And this is then the epic end of the
these rites of total shame while descending in the red flame Arwald dies but not in vain They will pay for this nightmare, for the symphony of pain For Airin, my dead