Der Rote Faden

See fear in their eyes thats the reward for your lies your fuckin hearts I pull to pieces, I love your deathscreams sound, I broke your bones and cracked your heads

Das Regelwerk

My days are grey like dirty snow. A fire's burning in my soul. Why should I live - love dying in my pain. My death is reapers gain, In solitude I cannot tell Just of my deepest sorrow

Neuigkeiten

Of war in mind I ran away The chaos lies behind me, But a desert plains, where I can see - The golden bright sun blinds me. No strength, no help to break this spell This curse that grinds me down, My mortal life runs out of me. I'm dying on my own

Übersichten & Informationen

All time that's left is freezing me, I'm waiting for tomorrow. The fire in my mourning soul Burns all my feelings to the ground And all my hope has gone away, I simply will decay

Bewerbungsvorlage & Bewerbungen

Where are you to feel my final breath? Feel my love and hate me now for I am just pain for you. Hate me and cover me with death. I would rather be with you, be an father to my son. The same black blood does run in our veins

Angenommene Bewerbungen

The sky is clear and the moon shines bright, The stars look through the trees The night is black and the snow is white. All things seem to have deceased. The glowing eyes of animals around: staring at me. The cold wind blows into my face Like fire does it seem

Gesucht & Vergeben

Full moon shining silvern down, The day shall never come. My tears are running from my eyes, My blood pearls from my arms. I am immortal, i can't die but I will feel sweet pain

Das Rollenspiel

White are the Wings of the Angels, white is their heaven, white are their clouds. Bright the golden sun shines down, sparkling the words out of God´s mouth. Too long God´s reign has been lasting - Time to end it, Hell rise Up!

Bündnisorganistation

I used to roll the dice, Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes. Listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key

Gästebuch & Fragen

Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain, Once you go there was never, Never an honest word And that was when I ruled the world

Vorstellung, Daten & Buttons

It was the wicked and wild wind, Blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums. People couldn't believe what I'd become, Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on a lonely string, Oh who would ever want to be king?