The animal's Soul is Mine...
Within these weary walls... Within the Fall...
Now, old man, is not the time to be making enemies...
Strike me down!
My fallen comrades... what will become of them?
Time is a choking chain that will never cease its grip on reality...
It's just another way to die.
And nothing else matters.
Crimson rivers flow from thine enemy's soul...
A world that they cannot survive in... We've left them with another way to die.
Fly away with broken wings.
Perhaps they are not stars...
in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.
I am ready to meet my maker... whether he is ready to meet me is a different matter.
Would you take a craving for me?
Black out the sun.
I've no time for the broken hearted.
Words... so many words.