Premonition Become Ethereal
Premonition is a strong feeling that something is about to happen. I've both suffered and enjoyed that gift ever since my "accident", when I lost part of my right hand. By birth, I was right handed.
Horrifically, I was about to be parted in halves by one merciless motor saw, but God intervened in my favor, in what was to be my last second on this planet. I looked the Grim Reaper in the eye, I did not fear him, I did not blink, so he got mad and cut my hand off. His scythe swung with the most furious swing one could possibly imagine, the worst case scenario. I hadn’t done anything wrong to him, but he judged me guilty wielding his scythe to collect my soul that just did not belong to him. I was innocent, free from any sin at the time. The Grim Reaper did me wrong, I wasn’t even dying or recently dead, but Jesus, my only superhero, ultimately made everything all right. Christ, how our blood merged and became one, has made me an earthly warrior of His army in this hell on earth. I am a bloody soldier of the King of kings fighting for His Kingdom to come. I am the brightest lava of and for Eva, glowing in her darkest and deepest and most Adam hour.
He chopped it off like he wanted me to set out on the left-hand path for the rest of my life, just like that, motherfucker. It was a massacre, like the D day in Normandy, Saving Private Ryan, if you saw the poignant human tragedy movie. This time it was “Saving Ultra-Private Libor”, the real thing, blood everywhere, a dramatic scene of crimson horror. I did not scream, I did not cry, though and because I was Braveheart.
I smelled the blood, not only my own, I tasted the blood of Christ that D day, it was a life-altering event. I was going to experience a completely new life, going exceptional places normal average people would never go, meeting with extraordinary folks from all strange walks of life, seeing and feeling or fighting ah-maze-ing and not so awesome butt-less in ethereal worlds beyond any wildest imagination, to survive them all. That was my first encounter, face to face, and face off, with death. With God’s help, I beat him, he retreated, only to strike back at me like 20, yes, twenty times more. I’m sooo traumatized with the letter D of the Alf U-kk Bet. The never-ending fight, Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder, has changed my life forever. Yep, hyper-seek-you-sex-you-all-it-tee!
People with ADHD do have trouble paying attention, controlling impulsive behaviors, hyper-sexuality, (may act without thinking about what the result will be), or be overly active. Compulsive sexual behavior is always simply called hypersexuality or sexual addiction. It's an intense focus on sexual fantasies, urges or behaviors that can't be controlled. This causes distress and problems for my health, job, relationships or other parts of my great life.
Baby, they’re just pulling my prosthetic arm, I swear, not true! Although ADHD can't be cured, it can be successfully managed and some symptoms may improve as the child ages. They’re crazy, off the rails, we’re not buying this, we’re smarter than that, than them, baby. So, after properly dating you for a year, whooah, I’m in perfect athletic shape, I’m your muscle car, baby. D d drive, just drive me, cuz you really drive meh meh krayzee! Let’s go to your favo-U-rite secondhand Bazaar!
Not only does my body have multiple scars, I suffer physical pain every single day as consequences of my multiple injuries, especially my washed out brain, just kidding, baby, no big deal, lol, my soul and my mind have taken a heavy toll. Maybe that’s why I’ve been hyper-sexual all my life, as pleasure, or sex, helps me a great deal coping with the sometimes unbearable burden of the intense pain, balancing my mere survival drama act. It’s a good pretext, right? Well, actually, it’s a perfect excuse for my outrageous bee-heaven-yors pattern, rite? Yeah, pleasure, like pain, is a kind of sacred rite. We both know, don’t we?
Yet, however crazed, I’m a very rational parson, another tribute to my real $ millionaire friend, though it doesn’t always seem so, especially here on Subtract. We all know things are not always what they seem, don’t we? Are they, don’t they? Maybe I’d love to talk to you in private, in person, about another real US$ millionaire, much bigger than Bill Parsons, who was much more transcendental in my berry berry interesting international mystery life. His name was Charles E. Merrill Jr, of Merrill Lynch, who liked Eastern Europe, including Czecho-slovakia, go figure. Me? Again?No way, no fruit-caking way, no cream-pieing way, damn! Yeah, I’m a sweet pain in the pleasurably lubricated international spotlight ass, sorry. The international man of misery, no lol. Gurgle this one, FYI, IRL.
Charles E Merrill Jr - Something from my past.wmv
I privately called him Charlie Lunch or Luncheat, lol, because he was always like “Lee, what time is it, not to miss my lunch, even lunchtime is money”. And I would quip “No borries, there’s always time, you won’t miss a damn melonaire thing, Luncheat from Merrill Lynch, but if I could, I would lynch you Charlie instead”. He was really ridiculous, knowing I never wear or have a watch to keep track of time, though I’m obviously “timeless”, as you love it, your eternal, your immortal, your twin flame, your soulmate. He called me, or mocked me as LDCO, as he was CEO, contra-versial commie “Lee Dee Courageous Outrageous”. I never blamed him, though he pissed me off a million times. But I don’t wanna talk about this private stuff publicly here on Subtract. I wanna do that only in bed.
Yeah, ultra privately, cuddlingly, I wanna bore you baby so interesting even more after making love to you excitingly on our royal bed, or on the floor, or under the bridge, anywhere with you divine is where earthly paradise is. I Trampieing you wanna spoonfeed you Lay D my erotic phenomenon with my homemade spaghetti and the best, most tangily delicious Preggo sauce for Eva, cuz we are meant to be complete Italian idiots, I mean eat-iots. Prego, te prego, prego?
Or you can serve me Don Juan Tangyuan, a traditional Chinese dessert made of glutinous rice shaped into balls that are served in a hot broth or syrup.
And like airwaves or airways, we kan always fly and glide on the wings of kitchen bliss like graceful swans or happy airbed room or rune Awatars for more than four months in a row. Ah, this eternal separation sucks big time, my Love! Fruck, it’s our beautiful Fryday in tearful Love! Ah baby, I know you give or fork a duck.
Whoopsigh, I completely devi8ed from the subject mutter, premonition. Soo back at it, premonition is an intense feeling of anticipation of a future event. Premonition is a terrifying anxiety over a future event, a spooky presentiment that something unpleasant will happen, like you had a premonition of imminent disaster. The fact is, the truth is, danger lurks round any corner, 24/7, for anybody, anywhere, fear is real, the fear of losing someone you love. I don’t wanna lose you baby, I can’t lose you!
Premonitions can be positive or negative, although most of the time the term is used to refer to a sense of foreboding or ominousness. Foreboding is fearful apprehension, a panic attack feeling that something bad will happen. Like, with a sense of foreboding, you read my spontaneous love note, shit like that. Implying or seeming to imply that something bad is going to happen, like when your love shrink, your Czech healer, spoke to you, straight to your broken heart, and his soothing voice was dark and foreboding.
That strong inner feeling or notion of a future misfortune, evil that you already know, the heavy stuff you’re already very painfully familiar with. Tell me about it, I know almost everything about pain. The fact is, the truth is, we all, to some extent, have a strange foreboding that something will go wrong in our lives, and it always does, like life were perfect.
Like love were perfect, I mean it is, and, not but, it finds us in imperfect settings or circumstances, sit-you-yay-tions. Just look at our own kinda embarrassing ponytail lava situation, nightmare or lovemare scenario. Don’t look at me!, look at that horror, a wild horse, it ain’t phoony, phunny at all! Don’t click, I warned you!
Generally speaking, we always have a vague premonition of danger, a forewarning. That ominousness, being it or exhibiting an omen, portentous, foreshadowing evil, inauspicious. It’s anything that worries you, no matter you are a warrior, because it makes you think that something bad is going to happen, always. Like there was an ominous silence at the other end of the phone, which may or may not be threatening, menacing, sinister, dark. You are a worrier. We all are both warriors and worriers, defending the weak, trying to hold onto all the precious we love. We don’t wanna lose anyone beloved. Who does?
Well, sometimes I have a very clear vision of what’s gonna happen, the positive, the really good stuff, like the premonition of love. That instinctive sensation, upon first meeting someone, that you will one day fall in love, but fall in love like never really before. I’ve been capturing the monumental, the majestic, the magickal emotion behind this beautiful phrase, which has a colorful life of its own, for a year now. It’s that which captures that instinctive moment, a metaphysical love premonition between two souls, a cosmic love storm, an amazing, awe-ins-pyre-ing cosmos itself, with us ecstatically reeling in it, with and without gravity.
We are silly pronoids, the silliest kind. Why do you think I dared go to Hollywood? Why do you think I’ve traveled the world? To find you, to be with you as one. I thought the universe conspired in my favor, and it did. And it does, though it seemed it did not. Though it seems it does not. Pronoia describes a state of mind that is the opposite of paranoia. Whereas a person suffering from paranoia feels that persons or entities are conspiring against them, a person experiencing pronoia believes that the world around them conspires to do them good. All my world experiences are the only real treasure I have, I keep, I protect, I defend. Baby, you are the real treasure I don’t have but do, the heaven and hell on earth I don’t wanna lose, not for a second.
I love you no matter you’re also such a gorgeously perfect paranoid. I’m anything but a paranoid. Maybe because I already lost everything, like I described in my Paradise Lost post. Actually, I consider myself the most optimistic pronoid in all the parallel universes. Pretty pathetic, right? Okay, no problema, call me a pessimist, it can do me no harm, I’m immune. Oh, did I tell you I’m immune to pain, all kinds of pain? Wink wink. Me, myself, and I (no schizophrenia detected, I’m a shrink, BTW) see reality as quite positive, and regard ourselves as responsible for good things, which we are convinced are going to happen. Right, baby?
Anyway, stop being paranoid and be pronoid to bring many positive experiences into your life, many more of them. I have a shitload of great experiences, they are my millions, my melons. They are what I’m taking with me to the grave. I’m a millionaire, I’m a melonaire. Wanna be one, too? Or maybe you already are.
You may be a billionaire already, even a thrill-ion-aire, I care. I’m a thrill-ion-aire, you haven’t noticed, but I really am! Okay, I don’t care, wink wink. So, baby, always believe that something magnificent is about to happen, rather than not! One of the primary benefits of a pronoia mindset is improved mental and emotional well-being. My own research has shown that, it confirms that, lmfao.
I have zero stress, and not because I’m permanently your Zero, or because I occasionally get drunk on Coca Cola Light. Okay, you stress me out beyond compare, anyway. Either way, rumor has it that people who have a positive outlook tend to experience less stress and anxiety and are more resilient when faced with challenges. I have no idea if the talking evil elves speak the truth or lie through their really bad teeth. Between my left eye and your right eye, who nose?
Whatdya think, my fairy? Are you my fairy-tail? My badge of pronoia is a love triangle, just kidding, with a circle inside representing illuminism and a skeleton representing a human being. You know your beaten up little doggie illuminaughty, wiggling his tail, believing in the incredibly unprecedented goodness of his tiny sleepy kitty with yuge boo boo … bookish talents, I mean berry berry kreative kills, err, skills. Fook, baby! The overall idea is to show an illuminated human being self-aware of his/her mind, if anything. To feel.
And all this is possible to feel only with a soul. But what is a soul? What makes a soul?It’s the immaterial aspect or essence of a human being, that which confers individuality and humanity. Baby, you have a beautiful soul, the most beautiful of all, that I have dedicated my whole love Substack to you. I would not change a damn thing, even if you pinned me against the wall with your sword. Love is swordswordsword, it’s swordswordsword. Our Love Is. That’s what our love is.
Aristotle distinguishes in the De anima three main kinds of souls: the nutritive, the sensitive-locomotive, and the rational, corresponding to plants, animals, and human beings. We are flowers, we are animals, we are human beings. Though we sometimes feel like being aliens, like we don’t belong here, like we don’t belong anywhere. Like we are our own universe, lost and lonely. So fucking lost, so fucking lonely in a happy crowd on planet Earth. We wander freely, whether awake or asleep. Our souls wander together, freely, yet deeply bonded, during sleep or trance states. Through all our both moving and stuck love songs, through all our killing silence, through all our salty moaning, where tears are pearls, our only treasure. I just connect all the dots already out there, I don’t do anything or much. I just react to a stimulus.
You are my nutrient, you are my overly sensitive locomotive, you are my reason why, why I exist, what I chase after to be with, to stick with like crazy glue, the essence of love, the body of love. I am a nutrient, too. I am a loco, too, nice to meat you. I am a reason why, too, as you, like you, one with the universe, yours, but not. Like you are mine, but not, yet.
One has to be really positive, always, despite watching the really really scary, at least to most people, movie Premonition, a 2007 American supernatural psychological thriller, starring Sandra Bullock I like as an actress. It doesn’t terrify me. Does it terrify you? Come on, baby, relax, paranoid! Be pronoid. The film's plot depicts homemaker Linda experiencing the days surrounding her husband's death in a non-chronological order and attempting to save him from his impending doom.
Jim and Linda Hanson are married with two daughters, Megan and Bridgette, but their relationship is faltering. Just after she listens to his phone message as he's on a business trip, Sheriff Reilly informs her Jim died in a car accident the previous day. Linda's mother Joanne comes to help, and Linda falls asleep in the living room.
Waking in bed the next morning, Linda finds Jim downstairs. While she's out driving, Sheriff Reilly pulls her over without recognizing her.
The next day, Linda finds an empty bottle of lithium prescribed by Dr. Norman Roth. She goes downstairs to Jim’s wake and then outside to see their girls on the swings. When Bridgette faces her, she has cuts on her face.
The next day, Jim is once again dead and Linda arrives to his funeral at the same time as the casket. She demands that the funeral director open it to confirm that he is inside; there is a scuffle, and Jim's head rolls out.
At Jim's burial, Linda notices an unknown woman mourning from afar, who flees when approached. Linda finds Dr. Roth's number, but his office is only open on weekdays. Roth later commits her to a mental-health facility. He confides in Reilly that Linda told him Jim was dead the day before the accident, suggesting she murdered him and scarred Bridgette's face.
The next day Linda awakens in bed, with Jim in the shower. She holds him to feel that he is real. After taking the girls to school, she can't find the lithium bottle. She goes to Dr. Roth's office, he doesn't recognize her, and she tells him about her premonitions. Not believing her, he prescribes her lithium.
At Jim's office, Linda meets the stranger from the funeral, Claire Francis. She observes Jim and Claire's interaction and chemistry. At home, Linda empties the lithium into the sink.
As Linda and the girls run to bring in the laundry from a storm, Bridgette crashes through the glass door, severely cutting her face and hands. Linda rushes her to the emergency room, and when Jim arrives he blames her, although Linda insists she's innocent. She throws away Dr. Roth's number.
Suddenly, Linda realizes her days are unfolding out of order. She creates a calendar of events from what she remembers, and records Tuesday as the current day. Before Jim goes to bed she begs him not to go on the business trip. She makes him promise to wake her on Wednesday morning before he leaves.
On Friday morning, Linda's mom is there. She updates the calendar, then presents herself at Claire's house, where the woman confesses to their almost-affair. When she tells her friend about it, she suggests he didn't cheat, but it would be very damaging if he had. Linda finds an insurance policy in their safe-deposit box Jim had updated two days earlier, tripling the benefits.
Linda visits their priest, then the funeral home. Returning home to her mother and daughters, she announces she just made Saturday funeral arrangements. Linda asks her mom if she "lets" Jim die, is it the same as killing him? Her mother replies "Jim is already dead".
The next day, Linda suggests that Jim spend time with the girls while she visits their priest, who she hasn't been for a long time. As she is scared, he talks about other cases where people have had such premonitions and he explains she needs to have faith. She then drives to mile marker 220, Jim's accident site, to see what might have happened.
Jim and the girls return home, and after dinner Linda insists that he tell them he loves them before bed. Outside in the rain, she pleads with him about their relationship, saying they're running out of time. When lightning strikes a power line, it kills the crow she had found dead previously. That night, she tells him her dream about his death. Jim insists it was only a dream and they spend the night together.
Linda wakes up in bed on Wednesday and Jim's note says he has taken the kids to school and will be back tomorrow. She searches for him, calls, but gets his voicemail, so keeps looking. Jim is seen at the bank with the insurance agent. Linda finds their kids are already at school. Jim calls Claire at the hotel and ends it. Then he leaves the message from the beginning of the film.
As Jim nears the accident site, Linda reaches him by cell phone and they reconcile. She tries to get him to avert the accident, but an oncoming fuel-tanker truck jackknives as it approaches Jim's stalled car. It takes off the car's roof and drags the car near the mile marker, before coming to a stop. The tanker leaks fuel onto the crushed car causing both vehicles' gas tanks to ignite and explode on impact, killing both drivers.
The film's final scene is set a few months later. Linda recalls the priest's words about faith, and is pregnant.
Become Ethereal - Ghost of You - Official Music Video
Leaving me to pick up the pieces
No fixing what’s broken inside
The sinking feeling, it’s too late
We’ve said our last goodbyes
The feeling of an empty touch
How can love be so awfully cruel?
Much closer now, don’t leave me now
I'm haunted by the ghost of you
It’s been so long, l can’t go on
Leaving shadows of who I was
The feeling of an empty touch
How can love be so awfully cruel?
Much closer now, don’t leave me now
I'm haunted by the ghost of you
Leave in the dark, you’re gone too soon
After the pain you put me through
I'm all alone, worlds’ crashing down
I'm haunted by the ghost of you
I find it hard to be close to you
When you’re all I’ve ever wanted
Our touch runs cold, stay with me now
Left with my heart bruised and alone
The feeling of an empty touch
How can love be so awfully cruel?
Much closer now, don’t leave me now
I'm haunted by the ghost of you
Leave in the dark, you’re gone too soon
After the pain you put me through
I'm all alone, worlds’ crashing down
I'm haunted by the ghost of you
(I find it hard to be close to you
When you’re all I’ve ever wanted
Our touch runs cold, stay with me now
Left with my heart bruised and alone)
Become Ethereal - Premonition - Official Music Video
Misled by sirens of fable
Forging dreams by unholy desire
Mending hearts fused with lost hope
Fall from grace, justice ceased to transpire
Awaiting judgement, a dishonored hostage
Pleading the master; be freed from this bondage
Sketching monsters on maps of illusion
Under pressure, find refuge in ruin
We lost our way to heaven on the front lines
No, we can't predict the end
Spinning in dreams, feeling jaded
Reaching towards a forsaken fate
Our broken fortitude withers
A dark premonition is at our gate
Awaiting judgement, a dishonored hostage
Pleading the master; be freed from this bondage
Sketching monsters on maps of illusion
Under pressure, find refuge in ruin
We lost our way to heaven on the front lines
No, we can't predict the end
A confined oblation to a higher power
Through the unknown
Know the devil believes in God
Awaiting judgement, a dishonored hostage
Pleading the master; be freed from this bondage
Sketching monsters on maps of illusion
Under pressure, find refuge in ruin
We lost our way to heaven on the front lines
No, we can't predict the end
Desiring power and lusting for speed
Comfortable danger
No fear left to feed
Pull my chain that's all I'm after
Make my heart beat faster and faster
Acceleration causing laughter
Continue to avoid disaster
Hold you so closely
Together we fly
Travel so fast
We go backwards in time
Ignition of fuel
By your spark deep inside
Break through the barrier every time we ride
Pull my chain that's all I'm after
Make my heart beat faster and faster
Acceleration causing laughter
Continue to avoid disaster
Hold you so closely
Together we fly
Travel so fast
We go backwards in time
Pull my chain that's all I'm after
Make my heart beat faster and faster
Acceleration causing laughter
Continue to avoid disaster
Pull my chain that's all I'm after
Make my heart beat faster and faster
Acceleration causing laughter
Continue to avoid disaster
Hold you so closely
Together we fly
Travel so fast
We go backwards in time
Become Ethereal - Deliver Me - Official Music Video
Stars fall throughout the night
Await the hours to pass by
Wandering ‘round the dizzy heights
Constellations in your eyes
Storms gather, making their advance
Gods are giving their command
As we’re running hand in hand, hoping for a chance
Dry our tears, quiet prayer
Deliver me to safety
Thick as thieves, moths to flare
Deliver me with mercy
Moonlight dances on our skin
Love as passionate as sin
Storms gather, making their advance
Gods are giving their command
As we’re running hand in hand, hoping for a chance
Dry our tears, quiet prayer
Deliver me to safety
Thick as thieves, moths to flare
Deliver me with mercy
Cuts run deep, feeling so serene
We’ve come so close, spirits run free
Dry our tears, quiet prayer
(Deliver me)
Deliver me to safety
(Deliver me)
Thick as thieves, moths to flare
(Deliver me)
Deliver me with mercy
(Deliver me)
Become Ethereal - Into Oblivion - Official Music Video
Can’t cause cracks on this porcelain
I keep having to repeat
Don’t you cry in paradise
You won’t admit defeat
Strength can come from
Defiance of the past
I’ll seek courage
Just to make it last
I’ve been free falling
Into oblivion
Will this finale
Be my conviction
Paint me an illusion
Worthy of perfection
Tell me what I want to hear
Turn me in the right direction
Strength can come from
Defiance of the past
I’ll seek courage
Just to make it last
I’ve been free falling
Into oblivion
Will this finale
Be my conviction
I’m a mixture made up of trauma
And a light that’s going out
I crave remedy to cure this drama
Before I lose myself in doubt
Is this deserved
A punishment earned
I’ve been free falling
Into oblivion
Will this finale
Be my conviction
I’ve been free falling
Into oblivion
Will this finale
Be my conviction
Become Ethereal - Stuck In A Daydream - Official Music Video
Tell me secrets you yourself don't even know
Take advantage of all your sorrows
Show me diseases that plague your mind
We'll rewrite history go back in time
Watch the nation's rise the great ones fall
Utilize and learn from their faults
Bullets bloodshed and the bridges burned
Take the path of no return
I built a trap meant to make me feel capable
Now nothing seems to feed this black hole
Can someone save me? I'm stuck in a daydream
I am bound by hopeful disposition
Fleeing reality into remission
Just a kid looking for an escape with eyes that stung from heavy heartache
A coping mechanism that's reactive
Call it naive or a dream It's maladaptive
I built a trap meant to make me feel capable
Now nothing seems to feed this black hole
Can someone save me? I'm stuck in a daydream
Master of manipulation failure at communication
Lost control of my imagination
I built a trap meant to make me feel capable
Now nothing seems to feed this black hole
Can someone save me? I'm stuck in a daydream
I built a trap meant to make me feel capable
Now nothing seems to feed this black hole
Can someone save me? I'm stuck in a daydream
Become Ethereal - Oath To Honor - Official Music Video
Corvus oculum corvus oculum
Corvus oculum corvi non eruit
Corvus oculum corvus oculum
(A crow will not pull out the eye of another)
Honor among us is shrouded in lies
Bind yourself to stone
Vilipend sins left to atone
Tread on their spark
We are thriving in the dark
To lie is to live
Shrouded in lies betrayal and deceit
Return what was lost or plead at her feet
Desire for truth, justice is nigh
Honor the oath or say goodnight
Cast a shadow cast a spell
We are no strangers to this hell
Fade out their cries
Only trust evasive eyes
To lie is to live
Shrouded in lies betrayal and deceit
Return what was lost or plead at her feet
Desire for truth, justice is nigh
Honor the oath or say goodnight
Bend my soul don’t break our bond
Rescue those who are too far gone
Bend my soul don’t break our bond
Rescue those who are too far gone
To lie is to live
Shrouded in lies betrayal and deceit
Return what was lost or plead at her feet
Desire for truth, justice is nigh
Honor the oath or say goodnight
Corvus oculum corvus oculum
Corvus oculum corvi non eruit
Corvus oculum corvus oculum
(A crow will not pull out the eye of another)
Honor among us is shrouded in lies
Become Ethereal - Shadows of History - Official Music Video
A dark sky, a dark need
Everything is ash, everywhere is burned
A world destroyed by sheer greed
We never asked, I never learned
Another cold front rolls in
I'm impaled by the ice and snow
How could we let this happen
Don’t pretend you didn’t know
We can’t escape from here now
Let's face what we made
Or succumb to our doubts
And sing to our graves
We can't run away now
Going down with the ship
Can we call ourselves proud
Without consequence
Waves rolling off the rock
Shadows of history
Echos behind the lock
No longer mystery
A dark deal, a dark dance
Crossing lines with twisted words
They dismiss all rights and stance
Letting voices go unheard
Led by leaders with no mind
A life sentence is our debt
Only care for their own kind
Fell right into the trap they set
We can’t escape from here now
Let's face what we made
Or succumb to our doubts
And sing to our graves
We can't run away now
Going down with the ship
Can we call ourselves proud
Without consequence
Waves rolling off the rock
Shadows of history
Echos behind the lock
No longer mystery
Were all just raindrops in the flood
And after all that we put her through
The shirking blame of the overlord
Now tell me what are you gonna do
Stoking the might of our infernal grave
Soon you will find you can not be saved
Waves rolling off the rock
Shadows of history
Echos behind the lock
No longer mystery
Waves rolling off the rock
Shadows of history
Echos behind the lock
No longer mystery
Salvation Horizon
Become Ethereal - To the Battle's End - Official Music Video
Far across the sea awaits my destiny
For I know I’m not the same as I used to be
Searching for a path to the city of gold
Carrying dark secrets from the kings of old
The trumpets are sounding far from the East
Causing the stir that awakens the beast
Winds of malevolence set sail
Know our noble cause will prevail
Far across the sea awaits my destiny
For I know I’m not the same as I used to be
Mirroring the past, fear never lasts
Stand and fight, I will not flee
I still believe
Many will strive our hearts to rend
As we push through to the battle’s end
Winds of malevolence set sail
Know our noble cause will prevail
Far across the sea awaits my destiny
For I know I’m not the same as I used to be
Mirroring the past, fear never lasts
Stand and fight, I will not flee
I still believe
Stories are told like a phoenix rising from the ashes, as their shields are coated in crimson
Finally breaking the curse after the long night passes, stand tall as we’re crowned with conviction
Winds of malevolence set sail
Know our noble cause will prevail
Far across the sea awaits my destiny
For I know I’m not the same as I used to be
Mirroring the past, fear never lasts
Stand and fight, I will not flee
I still believe
I have become ethereal in this Year of the Dragon. Am I the Dragon and you the Year? Or vice versa? What the fire!!!??? Stressing out with me is strictly prohibited, it simply has no room in my House of Love!!!
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