we stole their roof to our cemetery, we found the proof of our sanity, we sang about survival and success of delivery, our friends revival from the place of littery. When the air is fed up of sounds of us we will wake up in the kingdom of fuss, we will then celebrate, the victory and keep remembering and love friends who are asleep
we stole their roof to our cemetery
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But then shall we give our soil
to their dead ones
and take their hearts
for our loved ones
And in the everwaged turmoil
we shall leave
these last and broken parts
and thou shallt not retrieve
Thy pain and sorrow from the land
Under Beholders' glance
Forever shall we dance
And weep, for there's no end.
Beneath those stars, that shine above
under the streams of yearning flame
There were those sorrow, hatred, love
And yet... there is no aim.
Fa-Tzi 25.03.2007 23:01 • Заявить о нарушении
to their dead ones
and take their hearts
for our loved ones
And in the everwaged turmoil
we shall leave
these last and broken parts
and thou shallt not retrieve
Thy pain and sorrow from the land
Under Beholders' glance
Forever shall we dance
And weep, for there's no end.
Beneath those stars, that shine above
under the streams of yearning flame
There were those sorrow, hatred, love
And yet... there is no aim.
Fa-Tzi 25.03.2007 23:01 • Заявить о нарушении