Traduction: Esqarial. True Lies.
Traduction: Esqarial. Une pure formalité.
Before the dust falls down The fury turns to peace A figure stoops under weight of the crown Looking for target to spread deadly disease There's
Wicked land, where is the future, I will wander about the world As long as I live or secure the objects I reach the heaven on this world or I die [Chorus
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The wind brings the news that the new one arrives The night shed a tear driven to despair The fate does not belong to him anymore He must take part
[Chorus:] Rain, in rain I feel like I'm purified with hatred Subconscious fears, obsessions Lay you ear to the ground to hear the weakened pulse Chasing
Gust of wind on my face as I strut Dust in throat mile by mile Everlasting wanderer Doomed to the eternal exile Running blindly to the goal That
Come for more you hungry one With drooped head you reach for more Eagerness to satisfy your primitive senses The stream of information turned into
Look into the face of danger, I know how to make a dead I don't want to make a deal, might be murdered in your bed [Chorus:] Make them deaf, make them
Dead silence so thick that every word makes enormous noise Immaculate able to penetrate My thoughts the stream of consciousness Their mystery Obscure
[Instrumental] [Solos: Pajak]
Hiding mystery in my head I avoid the arms that with pleasure Would welcome my surrender I can't even trust my eyes Tunnel with no end The path I walked
[Verse:] Black or white, death or life, Satan - God Destruction, creation, right or wrong [Verse1:] Grave or torch, fire and water, earth and air Heaven
Your life was my nightmare, suffocate, muted, crushed your burden... Existence...The end of your life become my obssesion... The purpose which I wanted
