There comes a time in life where everything seems narrow. Choices have been made. I can only continue on. I know myself like the back of my hand. I can predict my every reaction. My life has been cast in cement with airbags and seatbelts. I’ve done everything to reach this point and now that I’m here, I’m fucking bored. The hardest thing is knowing whether I’m still alive.
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Says King Diamond of the painting, “It was commissioned specifically for the album. The [artists] read the story, read the lyrics and then from that came the cover. The horse-drawn carriage came from their drawings [and we thought], ‘Wow, that could be a really cool motif,’ because ‘Black Horsemen’ is one of those main songs in that story. There were very little changes made before they started the painting; they could really visualize the story in a good way.”
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“The seasons have changed
And the light And the weather And the hour. But it is the same land. And I begin to know the map And to get my bearings.”
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“L’homme est né libre, et partout il est dans les fers.”
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“We continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die.”
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“One thing about human beings that puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.”
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