Mikrokosmos Lyrics Novels & Stories

He probably came straight from the club. "Yeah we are finishing a new song." "Damn really? Alright let me hear." The producer put the song and Mike sat down on the chair beside me as the song started. Soon in the first lines, I felt a smile coming to my face, but I looked at him and he got an unpleasant look on his face. “If I’m breathin’ You must be the reason If you leave me My world will become crimson”

Ancient forces, hear our plea, Across the realms, let our voices be. Astral echoes resonate within, Unveil the truth, where secrets begin. Oh, Zephyros, spirit of the breeze, Carry our intentions through lands and seas. Whisper in the ears of ethereal guides, Bring forth knowledge from the celestial tides. ... As the words echoed through the chamber, a palpable energy filled the air, swirling and intertwining with the chant's potency.

A nervous chuckle escaped through his lips and I went silent again. ​“Cry baby,” I finally mumbled, and he looked at me in confusion. ​“Cry baby by Melanie Martinez,” I added, and he seemed to realize that I was stating a song now. I watched him pick out his phone before scrolling through it. ​You seem to replace your brain with your heart You take things so hard and then you fall apart You try to explain, but before you can start Those cry baby tears come out of the dark The song started and I closed my eyes shut, trying to ignore Vincent’s presence.

I was just waiting for the right time to talk to them. And tonight seemed to be the best time to talk things out since we'll leave tomorrow for our holiday vacation. "Are you done?" Mirco asked. I nodded while wiping my lips, "Why?" Instead of answering me, the both of them exchanged glances and then they stood up. My eyes widened when I saw Mirco picking up the guitar on the side which I didn't notice earlier. Are... are they going to sing for me? "Hey, babe," Mirco chuckled, rubbing his nape probably out of embarrassment. "Hamilton and I prepared this for you, so please listen carefully, okay?"

O, The Bizura Princess from the Death Your beginning has damaged the order Your birth is Darkness Your roots are so terrible The attacker will turn black The Listener is quiet The traitor does not sink And the light turns darkening O, Descendant of the Hatred, Grappling of Death I sang reluctantly Have time to remember a slogan "Revenge must be avenged" Venus gurgled, did not really understand the meaning of the lyrics. Then, without warning, the Kenya's Song squealed again, without pause. Venus growled again. Her eyes are dizzy. A million wasps were buzzing in her ears. Crash! Fragments of glass that sparkled scattered and some injured Venus's body. The girl opened her eyes slightly. She va

She gazes back again at the horizon, looking at the stunning view. Hughes went beside her and placed his hands on his hips. He sighed. “It’s a beautiful place, isn’t it?” “U-uhm, yes. It is.”, she replied meekly. “This place is called Kósmima. It’s a different world than the world we teleported in.”, he explained simply as he knew that if he told her everything, she wouldn’t be able to process it fully. “I…is this all a dream? Are you just a dream?”, she looked at him.

It felt like a weapon. Malachi stood, his eyes wide as he looked at the scales on my chest, at the new, lethal clarity in my gaze. “What did they do to you?” “They reminded me who I am,” I said. I walked toward the doors of the Sanctum, my every step leaving a frost-pattern on the stone floor. “The scouts are singing, Malachi. They are singing the Song of the Harvest.” “We have to stop them,” Malachi said, his hand moving to his side where his ceremonial blade hung.

When Tsuki Miki was moaning and screaming, amidst the panting, and waves of constellations, around, in the sky, amidst the red sun of Akropolis, amidst waves of light. Tsuki Miki screamed during appreciating the Moon light of that planet, the one that was the famous red sky of Akropolis, the lord of Akropolis lowered between her legs and climbed up sucking and kissing her lips, they were ardent and juicy... - He likes? - He asked unexpectedly in the middle of the thrusts, he moaned louder and louder. Tsuki Miki screamed, the smaller man waved, a scream, amidst the attacks inside him, slamming in and out, one scream followed by the others, being pushed towards the bed.

"End of passion play, crumbling away; I'm your source of self-destruction; Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear; Leading on your death's construction…" "Turn that off! Pleaaasseee…" She screamed. "You don't like the track of our favourite band. That can’t be the case." She could hear the sarcasm in Mike's words who was sitting on the armchair next to the sofa, still holding the drip. He turned the volume up. The characteristic guitar riffs and Hetfield's vocals reminded her of many painful memories. "Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings; Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams; Blinded by me, you can't see a thing; Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream…"