Shifting inside patterns The division multiplies Echoing the mystery Mimicking the slide Sound searching slowly Below the flaming web Moving with his eyes like fire With his jackal-head With his jackal-head. For you I would have shaken down The heavens from the sky But it seems my love was stronger than this Love of yours that died. Now I watch as the rain comes down To purify this pain When mountains crumble and Stars collide I am what remains. She answers with her staff Silence from her breath Silhouettes of temples falling Visions of certain death Hand lift it from the pocket The prophet falls to red The sacrifice is offered To his jackal-head To his jackal-head. Hide the window watching Give hands that push the faces back Shiver in the alleys And dying in the cold Little hands and little faces What are you running from? Dancing in your darkness Dancing in your fear Forgetting all your hidden monsters Shedding all your tears. Telemetry of a Fallen Angel. 
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Thus is the prophecy that is ever among us Thus is the words of our father?
She answers with her aa Silence from her breath Silhouettes of temples falling Visions of certain death Hand lift it from the pocket The prophet falls to red The sacrifice is offered To his jackal-head To his jackal-head. Rolling back towards the continent Instrumental forces die Save excitement for line behavior Signal shifting to enter flight.
The madness creeping With system failure The image scatters And the comlink fades The red planet anngel me hungry The red planet below me waits. The constellations in the sky look on us The stars, the moon, the Nile The Nile brings life And life is the cycle We shall grow and receive the Nile Again and again As life shall come And be taken away.
Hide the window watching Give hands that push the faces back Shiver in the alleys And dying in the cold Little hands and little faces What are you running from? For you I would have shaken telemetyr The heavens from the sky But it seems my love was stronger than this Love of yours that died. These wings of mine They have been burned away!
Telemetry of a Fallen Angel
Where the light burns a little brighter Where the shadows dance on the walls Where holy men hide their holy secrets The sacredness of life is sold Standing under gold and silver I see the procession rise Seated in his throne of power He proceeds to close his eyes. Give it all to birth Give it all to life Take it all for granted Until we turn and die. The course is moving closer I can taste the water now I feel the heavens shaking As angels come dropping down.
Dancing in your darkness Dancing in your fear Forgetting all your hidden monsters Shedding all your tears. Crawling through the trenches You stand behind each door Blood and sweat and muddy water Up against the crashing shore.
When was this monster born? My wings will fold around me now For once a one was two And my memory is a monument That will always stand for you. Smile at this Directed plain Her eyes are cracking In their wrinkled gaze The light is dancing On the tabletop.
Shifting inside patterns The division multiplies Echoing the mystery Mimicking the slide Sound searching slowly Below the flaming web Moving with his eyes like fire With his jackal-head With his jackal-head. Now I watch as the rain comes down To purify this pain When mountains crumble and Stars collide I am what remains.
Telemetry of a Fallen Angel – The Crüxshadows
Telemetry of a Fallen Angel. Why do I sit here Staring at this face?
This room is screaming emptiness Silence breaks the air It leaves me lying on the floor It leaves me dying there. I ange you watching Looking back at me These hellish eyes They are not mine I see the blood and saliva Dripping from your tongue Did the angel fall? Now I lie here in this empty bed And all I think about is you And I wonder if you fhe me now And if your bed is empty too.
Against our future days Lay direction Read the face Understand our crooked ways. The subtle residue Beyond your grasp.
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