Cold Lake

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Conquerors of the day Beneath the endless storms Black sands in their heads Seems to release their swords Petty Obssessions If this is heaven, how bad is hell Petty Obssessions Luring through their deceive spell Only Forget the day Lacerate the nature's Guided by semantic ways In fences, oh You’ll see Petty Obssessions If this is heaven, how bad is hell Petty Obssessions Luring through their deceive spell This can't know your aces You’ll pay the lower actor Defend and unleashes it’s message Believe all their lies

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 23, 2025

No more rain, out in the cold November gone, shatter all the bold Gathering pure sleep, their eyes betrayed Wings are in distress No lost curtains falls They were eagles They were eagles Pure reflections memories in a haze Tied to the ground, Forced to bow, You may see dancing faces Wings are in distress Still the spell fades They were eagles They were eagles

Submitted by The Void — Apr 23, 2025

Dancing violet dreams. Joining nights of satin fame. Acting jewel games. All forgiven, you streak my heart. More than pleasure in ice cold flames. Crying soft, as love flies tame. Swelling tears in diaries of lies. Fading lights, as songs die quiet. Bleeding sweet for dying blind. Masking fears of silent decline. Cherry Orchards. Ginger looks upon pain. Cherry Orchards. August fades like tears in vain. Winter's final shine. Dressing gold, one last time. Seep from lace. Roses for an unborn face. Cherry Orchards. Ginger looks upon pain. Cherry Orchards. August fades like tears in vain.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 23, 2025

Thirst and desire, to rule the light For crossing heavens, a futile fight Bound to storm, our minds wave Fervent to sail in deserts of mist Juices like wine, like the blood in the sands Juices like wine Born of earth, we strive for skies Obsessed with lies, in arms of sleep Earning dreams, we blind our eyes Challenging secrets, ancient the cries Juices like wine, like the blood in the sands Juices like wine

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 23, 2025

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Blood on kisses, bloody as wine See the face of purê desire Bloody lips feeling dry Scourch to be by your fire This is all the devil’s voices That raise in me and Easy go To Take a chill, poison in tears That slow to your bold There’s some senses that Makes me hard Leaving me an ententainer Listen up, you miss the senses Carry on all the same Ohhhh...... Blood on kisses, bloody as wine See the face of pure desire Bloody lips feeling dry Scourch to be by your fire Do we play the dólar bill Tell lies and endless search Victimized by the Ruby heels Dance with me sucking hugs Blame me so tight Tangling without reflexion Bring sin out of healing Energize by satisfaction In the heart whiskey burns They live my wrentched dread Take a choose and hear my fate I’m Shure that there's no choice No skin by my tongue To reach this to the core To the eve and take the extremes Despise willing lips

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 23, 2025

Four arc lights. Moving stealth. Two ride up north. Into the barrel fear. Desire to share. My valiant care. Downtown Hanoi. We are drowning in purple wine. Standing as one, as one we line. Gold and light did stop their dance. A fever obscene, a wicked romance. I'm tasting sweat on my tongue. Fane of wicked green. Faith to the heart. Passion and death. Downtown's breath.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 23, 2025

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I feel a hot wind on my shoulder And the touch of a world that's older Turn the switch and check the number Leave it on, in bed I slumber Hear the rhythm of the music Buy the product, never use it Hear the talking of the DJ Can't understand, what's he say? I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio Dial it in, tune the station They talk about U.S. inflation I understand just a little No comprende - it's a riddle I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio Wish I was in Tijuana Eating barbecued iguana I'd take requests on the telephone I'm on a wavelength far from home I feel the hot wind on my shoulder I dial in, south of the border Hear the talking of the DJ Can't understand, what's he say? I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio Radio Radio Radio What does he say? I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio ...

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Nov 07, 2025