Sacramentum - Pagan fire
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Lost, alone in the crypts of mourning
Deep under a mountain of sorrows
Cold flames of melancholy
Tearing inside me
Taste the bitterness
And feel the strength in pain
So deep, so dark, so real
Filling all my veins
Wandering souls meant as one
Roaming around (illusion is) gone
Searching in my mind
But calm is not to find
Come with me,
Follow me in my search for thee
Fall with me through eons of despair,
To the sound of a million divine choirs
Frustration leads my soul
To the desert of confusion
Captured in a world formed by myself
Cold flames of melancholy
Tearing inside me
Taste the bitterness
And feel the strength in pain Inne utwory
Obsolete tears Far away from the sun, Part 2 As obsidian The coming of chaos The vision and the voice Dreamdeath Cries from a restless soul Travel with northern winds When night surrounds me Far away from the sun To the sound of storms Beyond all horizons Moonfog Blood shall be spilled Burning lust Abbys of time Awaken chaos Black destiny Losowe utwory
Don t sing a tune to yourself
You might believe this one.
Try not to sew it yourself
The threading won t stretch none.
Don t give me none of that line.
Why not?
Got to sing something.
Love s song there s nothing to find
Why not?
Dead before playing.
Don t sing a tune to yourself
You might believe...
The rose is not afraid to blossom
Though it knows its pedals must fall
And with its pedals fall seeds into soil
Why toil to contain it all?
Why toil at all?
Ice crystals form from flakes of heaven
Fall down weightless to the earth
To them it’s worth the falling
Through atmospheres a-dawning
And open arms...
Running out of time again/ Where did you go wrong this time?/ When your
problems overwhelm you/ Go get drunk it s party time/ Take a quaalude,
relax your mind/ Relax your body too!/ Run from problems but/ You ll never
get away/ No one loves you,...
Looking through the window can you tell me what you see.
You re sure you re really seeing what is meant to be a Glass
a mirror to reflect what I conspire a vision, image I desire.
Standing on the ice believing all I m searching for
Close your cloudy eyes and chase all...
So patiently they wait
for the given birth date
while buying clothes
and dipers
through modern technology
they watch so carefully
the growing little
fingers
good night miracle
of love
sleep tight, I`ll sing
you a lullaby