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Shadows Cult
3:57 37 0 9 лет
Лицензия
Жанры
Дэт-метал
Описание
Live
Альбом
Live at Death/Grind fest 2009
Студия
Ruslan Records
Текст
SHADOW’S CULT THIS WORDS, THEY HURT. YOUR OWN APOCALYPSE. CRASHING DOWN YOUR FATE, OVERCOMING MISERY. DON’T BETRAY YOUR WORLD, KEEP YOUR HEART AWAY FROM LIE. THERE IS NO AIM TO SURVIVE, WHILE NO TRANQUILITY IN MIND. TURNED AWAY, BREATHLESS PAIN, MIRROR’S TWISTING AGONY. ONE MORE TIME, ONE MORE LIFE, NO SATISFACTION IN YOUR RUN. WATCH ABOVE SHADOWS DANCE, FIRE OF CANDLES ON THE FLOOR. BLOOD AND SEED, LIVE AND DEATH, ASK FOR ANCIENTS TO PRAY. AND I’VE BURNED MY WINGS TO THE CORE, AFFECTED BY THE CONSTANT FEAR I CAN NEVER FLY. I HAVE REACHED THE BOTTOM OF THIS LIFE TRYING TO SAVE MY TENDER HEARTH FROM THE PAIN ALWAYS BITTEN MINE. AND I’VE LOST ALL THE MEANING WHAT IS RIGHT AND WRONG I’M LIKE AN EMPTY SHEET FOR YOU AND YOUR DARKEST DREAMS. HEAVEN’LL NEVER BE MY SAINT DOMAIN, THERE’S HELL INSIDE MY HEAD DOMINATING ME. I STARE IN YOUR EYES, BUT STILL SO LONELY IN MY WAY. MY FEARS HAVE BECOME MY PHOBIAS WHILE I WALK MY GRAVE. IN THE SHADOWS I HIDE SEARCHING FOR THE LIGHT. THERE IS A SCREAM IN MY THROAT, BUT MY EARS STILL HEAR SILENCE…