Slaughetering the newborns, for the fun of the sport.
Drinking the blood of the goats, out of human skulls.
Your born naked, you live naked, you die naked.
Death comes like an unexpected visitor, knocking on your door.
Rip out your eyes and eat them, sacrifice your cock for the elder gods.
Our lives are like a drug addiction, far out in the beginning, but in the end it will kill us.
Slowly our brains will deteriorate, burning into nothing, in a deep blue sea we will float, mindless.
The children are our future.
Music will shape their lives, forming their minds, slowly bringing them to the fork in the middle of the road.
The killer awaits them.
He shall take their souls and make them suffer.
The Lizard King is still alive...He is never ending.
The feast he was promised has finally begun, he's been waiting for too long.
The childrens souls are roaming in the heavens.
Screaming, with joy, for they have escaped their fates.
The blue sky is falling, healing, all it hits. We shall journey to the land, where are lives can be forgotten.
We all live life, regreting, remembering,dying with the the thought of "What if?" living in the midsts of our minds.
We cannot die happily. We live to suffer, we suffer to gain hope, we hope to die.
Nothing can save us from our eternal suffering.
Our journey has been at a stop, for 60 days and 60 nights, we have been resting underneath the summer skies.
The 61st night is drawing near, the moonshines on the faces of the girls that have come along for the trip.
The stars light up the sky. A meteor shower broke the sky in 2. Its a sign to move on.
We reach the City of Dreams, the streets are filled with love. The likes of us are not present.
The pain, a feeling of warmth, comes and erases the pains. We cannot remember the past or the people.
We have been cleansend.