Paralysed Age
exile
The underground fell to the ground and fighting made no sense
I laid down my arms and took my legs in my hands
I had to walk away
I had to walk away
I dream of coming home
Blood I can smell and tears in my coat
A burning burning dream
My past is present always there
Scars left in my heart
The mirrors fighting not to lose the sense
I hold my head up high
The winds are chiming like the ones at home
Against the north I cry
I dream of coming home
The exile burns my brain
The exile eats my heart
The exile tunes the sound
The exile cuts me down
I dream of coming home
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- Independent Volume One
- Miscellaneous
- Music From the Succubus Club (Vampire: The Masquerade)
- ZilloScope 04/03
- Vier Factor #1
- Empire of the Vampire
- Touched by the Hand of Goth
- Dark Awakening, Volume 3
- Into The Ice
- Bloodsucker
- Nocturne
- Christened Child
- Exile
- Tragedia Nosferata
- Dancing Ferret, Volume 2
- Unquiet Grave III: Unearthing the Underground
- Sonic Seducer: Cold Hands Seduction, Volume 22
- Dancing in the Dark: 10 Years of Dancing Ferret
- Asleep By Dawn, Issue #0
- Negative Choice - Sieben Welten