Alle 69 Texte von ian_grey

the angel of living, the angel of death fighting for freedom, fighting for wrath living all over, ages chase ages fighting for freedom, defeating wrath the angel of mercy, the angel of hate fighting for peace, fighting for fate living all over,...

"Darkness around me, Your fate I can't see!" Sought all through the time, went to ev'ry shrine. Now I've even come to Delphi. All I have heard, ev'rywhere the same word: "Darkness around me, your fate I...

It already had been a long day for them when they met in that dark, gloomy room in the school cellar, hiding from authorities and friends. A candle gave a little light and a sheet of paper worked out as some decoration on the beer box table....

Shall or Shan't I? We will meet today. I can't be sure. Shall or Shan't I tell? I blew it before. We will meet today. I can't be sure. Shall or Shan't I tell her? I could lose a friend. I blew it before. We will meet...

In every wind, in every tree, in every fire, in every sea, in every breath of air you take, in every single mountainsite there dwells a ghost not running free - they live, at most, in harmony. Till mankind does what mankind does, no single ghost...

read or die in darkness try stray through mines where blackness shines never fear don't shed a tear come o'er here read or die in darkness try crush a fiend and love a friend say no more don't be a whore show some lore read or die...

Before actually posting this lyric, I should try to explain my motives writing this song: First off, the first scrape was written short after the offense against the Iraq in the name of counter-terrorism was announced. Second, I am German myself,...

As I walked through my room today every step felt like I would stray like running away from all torture and pain like running away from sitting in vain like running away from being alone like running away from being outshone. As I walked through...

Every day I have to work put brick on brick put stick on stick Every day a new part's built pictures hung of old and young Every day I walk along the Great Wall inside my head: The Wall of Reminiscence Every day I learn a trick to combine a...

Every night repeats itself: man sits in front his bookshelf and with the hours dripping o'er his high senses seem to lower Artificial light reflected on his skin as pale projected, no movement there except his breath gi'es sign...

Thank you, my darkness, for holding me tight, Thank you, my candle, for giving me light, Thank you, my medicine, for ceasing my pain, Thank you, my heaven, for sun and for rain, Thank you, my playmate, for giving me fun, Thank you, my guardian,...

Es gibt Badreiniger, WC-Enten, Fensterputzmittel, Reinigungssets für TFT-Monitore (15"), Kaffeepadmaschinenentkalker, und Grillrostfettrückstandsentferner. Warum aber gibt es kein Putzmittel, das...

Bright light becomes darkness: orange feathers like yours, little bird, are not meant to be like raven. Soft light becomes nothingness: a beautiful butterfly, little bird, shall not lose his brilliance to ashes. Bright fur turns into scales: a...

Gestern Abend schrieb ich einen Brief. Liebe Sina schrieb ich, obwohl ich gar keine Sina kenne. Ich schrieb ihr, obwohl ich sie nicht kenne, dass ich ihr einen Brief schriebe, weil man Briefe nun mal schriebe, denn ein gelesener Brief wäre...

Three girls around the table, drawing lines, have some wine and candles, dark music. Three girls they are: The first, blond hair, green streaks, concentrated, reading in a book of art, is creating new lines. The second, a little boyish,...

Vor einigen Tagen ging ich nachts durch die dunklen Gassen meiner Stadt. Es regnete, wie es immer der Fall ist, wenn jemand in einer Geschichte nachts durch dunkle Gassen geht, und ich trug einen Hut, wie es jeder tut, der in einer Geschichte...

Jedes Jahr im Dezember bricht das Chaos aus, die Autobahnen sind verstopft, und passable Autofahrer werden zu Straßenstümpern, denn wer rechnet denn damit, dass im Dezember plötzlich Schnee fällt? Und jedes Jahr im Dezember...

Geräusche. Manche laut. Manche leise. Ein Wort erklingt. Welches? Unklar. Kunst liegt im Schaffen des Künstlers. Zeit vergeht, Kraft entsteht. Der Kern des Lebens vergräbt seinen eigenen Sinn und verrät sich selbst den Ort seiner letzten Ruhe...

Wenn Finsternis wie Klingen schneidet, papierverliebt doch Worte meidet, wenn Schattenfreunde Licht vertreiben, nur Schemen in den Augen bleiben, wenn Stille laut wie Donner grollt wo Panik durch die Gegend tollt... Dann sieh Dich um, und schau...