Shattered Glass

Buried on a Sunday

    Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday,
    but never got to fully live.
    Solomon Grundy, died on Saturday,
    but never got to say goodbye.
    Solomon Grundy, buried on a Sunday,
    but never quite got to stay dead.

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lamisdelabc:

RED, THE BLOOD OF ANGRY MENimage

TEA, A DRINK WITH JAM AND BREAD

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heLP I DON’T KNOW WHICH TUNE TO SING IT IN

SO LONG, FAREWELL, AUF WEIDERSENG GOOD BYE.

LOOK DOWN, LOOK DOWN, YOU’RE HERE UNTIL YOU DIE.

(Source: unknownbearing, via thegate-thekey)

One Wild Heart

Stalkers in the deepest dark,
children of the countless stars,
people of the moonlit night,
spirits of the wilderness.

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Once Again

Once again in the air…
Oh, so long ago
I have left the realm of blue…
Oh, so long ago…

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Dead Man’s Lullaby

There are words I wish to say,
something I would like to tell.
This is all that you should know,
all I have for you…

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For the King

Colder and colder with each our step,
winter wind blowing and leading us.
Scent of death we carry into the living minds,
marching through lands unchained and free.

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The Game

She came upon the calm blue sea,
on top of the snow-white sail.
Her locks golden, her eyes so sharp,
the sailors all stood still.

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Azrael

I am you and you are me.
You are my angel, but I serve you,
oh, Azrael…

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Danse Macabre

Come, beloved, come and join me
in my darkest dance of dead.
Join me in this music dark,
join me in this danse macabre.

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World of Steel

Who still knows, that once there was
faith in what can’t be?
Dreams carried on by the wind blowing,
songs of the minstrelsy?

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