1. |
After Dark
03:18
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On a hill wind dances in a head
Plays with chains in broken cage
He was born to fly away
He was born to live in excess
Distant brothers
Absent fathers
That you never have
With glass in a hand
Distant brothers
Absent fathers
That you never had
With glass in a hand
This blaze in a soul
Pushes us up
Builds us all
Makes all of us crawl
And no one ain’t listening
And no one ain’t sleeping
Since these shackles are missing
No one will listen to you
All from hill stays unknown
I’ve seen it then and before
Everything fades except the hate
Metal here was always black, maybe light was a bit brighter
Distant brothers
Absent fathers
That you never had
With glass in a hand
This blaze in a soul
Pushes us up
Builds us all
Makes all of us crawl
And no one ain’t listening
And no one ain’t sleeping
Since these shackles are missing
No one will listen to you
No one could choose anything
Anything even hell
Even, even hell
Even, even hell
Even, even hell
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2. |
Shattered
03:20
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All my life
All my life
I was forced to run
Left us on this (oh baby)
Temporal necessity of the time
Time is walking by my eyes
Weaves in a being of the rest
Till this blood is pumping in my head
Dripping from the fingers
Like as you know, like a crystal water
Baby I'm afraid of time
Could you hear me baby I'm afraid of my life
Tell me baby, does it take what it owns?
Rush
Blood flows in time
Blood flows in time
Blood flows in time
In circles we run
To the dead end we run
Oh boy
It doesn't matter for all (oh baby)
It doesn't matter for those, who remain in time
Time is walking by my eyes
Weaves in a being of the rest
Till this blood is pumping in my head
Dripping from these fingers
Like as you know, like a crystal water
Baby I'm afraid of time
Could you hear me baby I'm afraid of my life
You're acting like you're something oh
But now it's gone
Rush
Blood flows in time
Blood flows in time
Blood flows in time
Blood flows in time
Until it shatters me
Until it shatters me
Until it shatters me
In the end it shatters us all
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3. |
Losing Motions
03:03
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Oh what a waste of time and meaning
Erase that grin, you, stupid face
Feel that failure and feel the lack
Admit you’re pointless, and it has no end
All remains the same
In a shadow of nothing
All remains the same
In a shadow of nothing
Enthusiastic fear sputtered
All over chessboard continuously
Fallen figures are outer it
Waiting patiently
Under the silhouette on dark scene
Making moves that will make you lose
Feel the failure, feel the lack
Admit you’re pointless and it has no end
Enten – Eller
Regret it or undeniably
All remains the same
In a shadow of nothings
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4. |
The Endless Supper
05:20
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Blood on hands
Reminds me of all that actual sins
That’ve been committed by me here
They call me throat cutter
I’m a soul eater
And a body reaper and so on and so on and so
Dear God c’mon and hate me
Oh where this hatred came from
Dear God c’mon and hate me
Oh where this hatred came from
I’d like to see that fate tears you apart
I’ll be happy to see that life devour you all
I’d like to see that fate tears you apart
I’ll be happy to see that life devour you all
On your knees
Praise me more
All of those giving hands
For me it’s nothing at all
All on your knees
Praise me more
All of those giving hands
For me it’s nothing at all
Cracking bones
Let’s crave some meat
Chewing your skin
Under my teeth
A monster, that’s crouching
In an awkward position
In the corner of the dark room,
Slowly digesting all of my enemies, trying to exercise demons of your mind
I’m a slowly dying animal, making last breathe
Dear God c’mon and hate me
Oh where this hatred came from
Dear God c’mon and hate me
Oh where this hatred came from
Oh well you so like it,
And I can’t live without that
Oh well you so love me,
And I can’t live without love
To see that fate tears you apart
I’ll be happy to see that life devour you all
I’d like to see that fate tears you apart
I’ll be happy to see that life devour you all
On your knees
Praise me more
All of those giving hands
For me it's nothing at all
And I can’t deny, that
All of those hands
That carry me on
Were a delicious final spot
On your knees
Praise me more
All of your giving hands
For me it's nothing at all, nothing at all
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5. |
Lightshafts
02:59
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Break out the light through a shimmering night
In drunken lust is burning forgotten desires
Forgotten desires and it appears in smoke clouds
Easily came, basely gone
Lying on black cold stones
Feeling all sense of the words
I’m rolling the dice
And counting sunsets
Under shafts of light
Running through the time
Take a chance, my oh mine
My dear darkness till the end
We’re here standing in a scream
Appears in smoke clouds
Easily came but basely gone
Lying on black cold stones
Feeling all sense of the words
Rolling the dice, yeah
Counting sunsets, yeah
All the sunsets, yeah
Are just shafts of light, yeah
And I am running through the time, running through the time
It's alright, cause in my eyes glimpses all of the lights
From the burning spires, from the burning spires
It's alright, I’m running from the time, running from the time
Rolling the dice, yeah
Counting sunsets, yeah
All the sunsets, yeah
Are just shafts of light
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