SONG LYRICS & CHORDS (T)

Anytime you're feeling low / And you got no place to go / You don't have to be blue...

Anytime you're feeling low / And you got no place to go / You don't have to be blue...

Ne, ne tak to už nejde dál / ne, ne každý by se mi smál / ne, ne s tím na mě pomalu...

Creeping through the system / Spreading like a disease / A cancer-like affliction...

Condition critical / Condition grave / Target invincible...

Take me, take me to the top of the world / Please me, got to pick me up, I’m miserable / Feeling, like nothing ever felt before...

Screaming in the face of a hollow shell / Burning out the grip of the narrow worm / Faceless mask cracking from the outside...

Look at you, so pompous / Sitting fat and proud / You think because you’ve risen high...

The future overtaking the present / Violently disrupting any order established / Chaos and disorder, entropy in rampage...

Surrounded by echoes, in blackness / The fawning dead, blindly stumbling / Wretched the minds, decaying so strongly...

I was born into the world in the arms of a mad man / Indoctrinated with thin lies, led astray / Kept in the ways of the holy two planks...

The product of dark will bent / These forces breathe tonight / Arcane magic bends dimensions of space and time...

Unholy flesh decaying reanimated / Lightning flash against dark sky / Beneath the tombs and sarcophagus...

Ageless the memory but equally distorted / Cosmic wills influencing perception / Emphasized to me daily my punishment divine...

Black candles slowly burning, white fangs and flashing eyes / Hell's wind and incantations summon living fire, / Darkest forces and your demon's black order, black king...

Grandfather, tell me a story. / Alright, go and get your storybook. / No, no, not one of those. A real story!...

Lord of battle I pray on bended knee conquest by the rising sun / I'll wait for thy command with flame and blood at hand / glory and a broken sword....

From a battle I've come / To a battle I ride / Blazing up to the sky...

Second guess every word before I even speak / Like a drug, it dilutes with every hit you seek / Assembly line authenticity...

The seeds of my life have been planted / Buried deep within / My veins are like the deepest roots,...

In the break of the morning, / Coming in with no warning, / Striking from up high...

A simple choice made the angels fall, a simple lie now believed by all. The sky is blue when the sun is shining, but by the light of the moon, the truth ain't hiding. As the child I'm the son of man. As the mother, clothed in the sun I am. Sanctuary for the weary soul. The life giving word that no one knows. Man is the god of earth, the answer to every question. Given to generation and birth by a God who is the man of heaven. Once there was a sun above. The only law we knew was love. Once there was a moon to glow. Once there was a way to know....

Alone in the house primordial, we persist through endless victories....

Ceaseless nemesis. None more intimate. I know you as the boot-print knows the heel....

Dry and flaccid world devoid of taste. The maggot writhing in the rotting skull of language....

Discard the pallid mask. Reveal not carnal wreckage, but the wan smile of a friendly face. And in that empty lifeless stare see my own callous disregard. Reflected back a thousand fold....

Not only waves crash on the shore when the sun’s eternity warms the sand. There’s a more subtle way to know for sure because those golden rays are entombed in man. So I wish and I pray for day, but there’s no cure, and there’s no change--just a steady pouring rain, just a steady bleeding vein. So I wish and I pray for day....

Alone in a forest pitted and rotted. Arborian pillars rising knuckled and grey, to neck-cramping heights. So much happens at once. Bark hanging like sack-cloth from sweeps of bone, like empty flesh. Branches shorn, stripped of greenery, stripped of dignity. The naked ground pestled barren. Unearthed roots strewn and dying. Privacy is priceless to me....

My sense of control is now a sense of escape. Lust and impulse condemned to simple routine. Bring down the hammer, a bludgeon to my shrines. Bring down the hammer to the corpse of my worship. Comfort is the gateway to submission. What is contentment?: another word for stagnation. Bring down the hammer, a bludgeon to my shrines. Bring down the hammer to the corpse of my worship. Bring down the hammer, the shattered rent in time. Bring down the hammer to the corpse of my worship. Every single thing up to this point was a waste. Every single thing we ever built now lies in ruins. Now it is time to begin. Now it is time to truly begin....

Unfortunate times have descended upon us, like wave after wave of the tide. A constant reminder that on the horizon is a fate from which we may not hide. Curving rays of once straight light. Ending reign of once dark night. Unfortunate times have descended upon us, like rays, endless rays of sunlight. It's a song that is ending, a branch that is bending from the weight and the age of its design. Curving rays of once straight light. Ending reign of once dark night. I'm alone right now, and the feelings gone. It's a curse to know when you're moving on....