In the beginning was chaos, out of chaos came the Lord. In the beginning was the Word. The Word was God. Out of all this extreme confusion, out of the heartache which had filtered across our centuries, out of a tiny mind and an infinite world, out of slipped messages and corridors of power, there came this slithering of the messengers. He couldn't make head nor tail of it, but in the end was not meant to. This was the confusion of the times. The many regrets. The many threats. The soldiers who tried to conquer a miasma of pain. It was here, here they said, we have to tell you: we love you.
Counter Attack: We Are Here In The Morning Scapes
Counter Attack: We Are Here In The Morning…
Counter Attack: We Are Here In The Morning Scapes
In the beginning was chaos, out of chaos came the Lord. In the beginning was the Word. The Word was God. Out of all this extreme confusion, out of the heartache which had filtered across our centuries, out of a tiny mind and an infinite world, out of slipped messages and corridors of power, there came this slithering of the messengers. He couldn't make head nor tail of it, but in the end was not meant to. This was the confusion of the times. The many regrets. The many threats. The soldiers who tried to conquer a miasma of pain. It was here, here they said, we have to tell you: we love you.