Blooming deep in a far-off forest
I, who was the origin, was created by God.
The talk which I tell from now on is the past, the future, and truth.
7th Rose.
A great dragon banished from Heaven,
I fell to the earth.
My own time short, I therefore sent forth disaster.
The magic flute plays the notes of death, bewildering mankind.
On Judgment Day grief will already become the past.
Before too long. We've got to face the fact.
The flower wreath wants to seek the light,
Let us pray
Mirror of truth.
Rouge becomes a flower dyed crimson,
I said so.
And together seeking the pistil shall birth the renewed blood.
When the brightly burning anger is shed.
The riots will stop.
That which brings about ruin will be ruined.
The tower of thorns protecting the name of God
Will be a fortress of righteousness.
Praying like the faithful ones should do,
Wish come true. We've got to face the fact.
I shall take back the perfect body.
Death gores away.
Mirror of truth.
From the body of the sleeping Adam comes Eve
I said so.
And returns to this breast the dream shown of eternity.
They praise God and live in harmony with the forest
That perhaps the Earth was given in enveloping comfort.
On Judgment Day grief will already become the past.
Before too long. We've got to face the fact.
The flower wreath wants to seek the light,
Let us pray.
Praying like the faithful ones should do,
Wish come true. We've got to face the fact.
It takes back the perfect body.
Death gores away.
Mirror of truth.
Rouge becomes a flower dyed crimson,
I said so.
And together seeking the pistil shall birth the renewed blood.
Mirror of truth
From the body of the sleeping Adam comes Eve
I said so.
And returns to this breast the dream shown of eternity.
Children pass through the narrow gates with outstretched hands
So that I can see them bloom a second time.
God Knows[edit]Last edit by UltimateDLover on Thursday 27 May, 2010 at 22:37 +6.4%[/edit]
Blooming deep in a far-off forest
I, who was the origin, was created by God.
The talk which I tell from now on is the past, the future, and truth.
7th Rose.
A great dragon banished from Heaven,
I fell to the earth.
My own time short, I therefore sent forth disaster.
The magic flute plays the notes of death, bewildering mankind.
On Judgment Day grief will already become the past.
Before too long. We've got to face the fact.
The flower wreath wants to seek the light,
Let us pray
Mirror of truth.
Rouge becomes a flower dyed crimson,
I said so.
And together seeking the pistil shall birth the renewed blood.
When the brightly burning anger is shed.
The riots will stop.
That which brings about ruin will be ruined.
The tower of thorns protecting the name of God
Will be a fortress of righteousness.
Praying like the faithful ones should do,
Wish come true. We've got to face the fact.
I shall take back the perfect body.
Death gores away.
Mirror of truth.
From the body of the sleeping Adam comes Eve
I said so.
And returns to this breast the dream shown of eternity.
They praise God and live in harmony with the forest
That perhaps the Earth was given in enveloping comfort.
On Judgment Day grief will already become the past.
Before too long. We've got to face the fact.
The flower wreath wants to seek the light,
Let us pray.
Praying like the faithful ones should do,
Wish come true. We've got to face the fact.
It takes back the perfect body.
Death gores away.
Mirror of truth.
Rouge becomes a flower dyed crimson,
I said so.
And together seeking the pistil shall birth the renewed blood.
Mirror of truth
From the body of the sleeping Adam comes Eve
I said so.
And returns to this breast the dream shown of eternity.
Children pass through the narrow gates with outstretched hands
So that I can see them bloom a second time.
God Knows[edit]Last edit by UltimateDLover on Thursday 27 May, 2010 at 22:37 +6.4%[/edit]