Boring Horror - The Sade Pt1

The scars are fading away;
As long i stare at the prey.
The throat of the deepest wood drums;
Are already screaming... for truce.

The Sade Pt1

Pray, for me, my dear, and save yourself 
From the shades of blame, that came, to haunt your faith

Do not misunderstand me sweet and unstable wrath
I'm just making my job, and now i've stole a heart
What is gone and is lost it's not my fault
Cause in the sick show, we are all stars

Do not misunderstand me sweet and unstable wrath
I'm just making my job, and now i've stole a heart
Hear the cellos, they play our melancholy song
The skies are turning blue, but will not last too long

Now and then, i will be your best hand,
Now and then, i will be your best hand,
Now and then, i will be your best hand,
Now and then, i will be your best hand.

Do not misunderstand me sweet and unstable wrath
I'm just making my job, and now i've stole a heart
What is gone and is lost it's not my fault
Cause in the sick show, we are all stars

Do not misunderstand me sweet and unstable wrath
I'm just making my job, and now i've stole a heart
Hear the cellos, they play our melancholy song
The skies are turning blue, but will not last too long.

Sweet Wrath

Cover all my demons;
Make my way through  this blur.

Through The Blur

I Look up.
To see what's there;
Diseases of a unknow place,
To stay away from the old dreams, from the drama.

Drive my stories, then put them all in my little knife-shaped boxes.
Write many letters, telling about your suffering and your waste of time.

I heard a story about a man who died,
Trying to pretend to be,
 a glorious and cold soul.

Take off your shoes, 
And feel the sand in your feet,
 can you describe this sensation for me?

Drive my stories, then put them all in my little knife-shaped boxes.
Write many letters, telling about your suffering and your waste of time.
drive my stories, then put them all in my little knife-shaped boxes.
write many letters, telling about your suffering and your waste of time

Old Dreams

Old Dreams

Deadly [demo]

Amazing song of Chelsea Wolf performed by Clavem Divinatia.
First track of the "Unknow" album.

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[UNKNOW]

Pale on Pale

Cry a river for me
Yet stab me, ruthlessly
Can't wait to see
The sky falling recklessly

Hear me, I'm the same old me
There's nothing to worry about

The universe conspires against my will
And nothing seems to be real anymore

Heal me from impurity
Even if I want to be bathed with it
Filled with a strange blood that
I'm quite sure isn't mine