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Moonlighting
The air evaporatedalready, is cold, just cold and me, i'm afraid of it.
Ad omnes diabolos abi, omnes in tumulo compo sui! All around are burial inscription and grief. Who understand? Who rise from the dead?
Moonlighting shines through an each nook Moonlighting where sleeps soul of the dead Moonlighting where lies our friends.
Perhaps they're with demons, Perhaps they're waiting for redemption, perhaps they can rise.
Sic itur ad astra
I'm flying toward heaven, Hi Mr. Moon and miss Stars! I'm flying from flaming cave, from bossom of "Mother Earth".
Just choose, it's up to you!
Flinged out by spiral of time, it's abortive to find a way back. To the hell of our body! From purgative flames - i wanna fly!
Just choose, it's up to you!
Choose the wind, that you're gonna fly! Choose the scent, that you're gonna enter! Choose the flash, that you're gonna satiate it!
Beautiful nymph
Beautiful nymph, yaou're dancing carried by breeze. Beautiful nymph, you're dancing above a dreaming landscape.
Like breath of trees are subtle motions that attract the pilgrim. Oh nymph delightful, he was glad to admit death from your hands.
Beautiful nymph
Imprisoned by your loveliness imprisoned by your perfume imprisoned by your body, the pilgrim is dying. You're bane for eyes which sighted you!
Beautiful nymph, yaou're dancing carried by breeze. Beautiful nymph, you're dancing above a dreaming landscape.
Beautiful nymph
Tender ringing of golden bells, is chasing fog out from the fanciful world.
Nothing is a chance
In depth of my mind i'm looking for a sense of life, music of spheres is permeating through my mind.
Present-future, nothing is a chance, space and time, energy and substance-nothing is a chance.
I'm standing amazed above the perfection of nature. I'm standing amazed above the human existence. Foggy conceots are drowned in depth of an oblivion. Where do you go, man? You stretch your hands into the emptiness! Where is 100 trillions cells from? That make your body?
Present-future, nothing is a chance, space and time, energy and substance-nothing is a chance.
I'm standing amazed in a way full of emotions. I'm standing amazed in a way full of confusions. The way is long and life will end soon. Is it perhaps God's invitation?
Deeper and deeper
In elation, you're hovering in heaven, you've got sensation, that problems have gone off. No, reality is worse than.
Aburden of conscience pulls you, deeper and deeper, toward and lonely bottom.
Everyone around you kicked you away, you're alone nobody believes in you.
Aburden of conscience pulls you, deeper and deeper.
Temporary relaXATION CHANGES DEPRESSION IN WHILE. you've got appetite to be dead, but fear is stronger than you!
You wanna find a way back, you feel redundant, Yes, it's true. Vigorous people have chance, if you're weak then you draw to a close.
Aburden of conscience pulls you, deeper and deeper, toward and lonely bottom, deeper and deeper.
Deus mortuus
Oh God, have you seen your son dying? For our redemption-or for your humour? Are you alive or dead? How the years are elapsing, you still go on. Have you left the man, with his stone heart? On the lonely top, in the lonely centre of space, You merge together with silent symphony of space. Are you with us or compared with us?
Athousand years you're wiping tears from the Earth A thousand years is our blame unvaried A thousand years abadonment and pain A thousand years just like you've never been here.
When the devil dances - you're sitting and looking dumbly when the devil dances you're falling a sleep in this rhythm when the devil dances - you're flying down when the devil dances - you're dying in thi rhythm!
Athousand years you're wiping tears from the Earth A thousand years is our blame unvaried A thousand years abadonment and pain A thousand years just like you've never been here.
Chilly consternation ran through the bones, horror walk into the soul world in wreck, Earth - destroyed by plentiful blood.
What's the horrible rabidity? Engrave in the marble by capital letters- dead God.
Gelidus per ima cucurrit ossa tremor, per pectora insinuat pavor. Mundus in ruinis. Terra sanguine multe perfusa. Quanta insania? Grandibus in marmor incide litteris-deus mortuus.
Blind journey
It's a blindfold belief, it's a false belief, a false, blind journey taht changes the man so much. Fanaticism and bloody casualities are waiting for all of you.
All of the sects - confuse your mind all of the sects - and it's giving to you all of the sects - an unreal notions.
The blind journeys, the black holes. It's a very hard turning back. Blind journey
It's a blindfold belief, it's a false belief, Fanaticism and bloody casualities are waiting for all of you. Who sets out on this journey? By blind journey to meet a life.
All of the sects - confuse your mind all of the sects - and it's giving to you all of the sects - an unreal notions.
Wretched man
I'm standing between the sky and hell. It's a very hard to be one's own man on this world. To be responsible for own deeds. Oppressed with no power by own thoughts.
Wretched man I'm standing between truth and lie. At the very begining of knowledge, I bow in a patient poise my face and my body change in a stone.
I'm standing between good and evil. Wretched man. Being, that doesn't know where is a world for him.
Wretched man
I'm standing shocked by a man, in his most horrible looks. Crushed by gigantic wheelwork of civilisation.
My trust
I'm closing my eyes and i'm dreaming about a future. I'm dreaming about a future that i long for a years.
In my dream i'm walking in world, Where nobody knows tears or crying.
Iwanna dream and see created future in my notion, it's created by smile and delights, which breathe in me warmth and life.
In my dream i'm walking in world, where nobody knows tears for crying. In my dream i'm walking in world, where nobody knows fear or unkindliness.
Iembellish everything in my world I embellish everything in world of hope I embellish everything it's my future I embellish everything my trust, my dream.
Mystery and enigma
I'm sitting alone in the middle of the night and my eyes are looking at the sky, it's engrossing to eyes of the generations for a few thousand years.
The shining stars operate our fate and shape figures from which everyone has own sense.
What's concealed behind this crystalline curtain? Perhaps a new real world?
Has it got to be end of this stage or is it endless?
Mystery and enigma - in this space mystery and enigma - in this empire.
Somwhere in another world maybe in this space there's not only humanity.
Somwhere in another world maybe in this empire there are concealed mystery.
Mystery and enigma that we're not able to explain it.
Mystery and enigma - in this space mystery and enigma - in this empire.
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