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7 марта 24, 03:40
Dmitry MetalLord
Лирика : Paradise Lost : Icon : Embers Fire
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A fallen time that's bygone
A crude elite that's from a distant zone
You turn a blind eye on what's "brave"
You don't know if it's the truth you told
Anger looks on the quiet dreaming
Seals the sense incandescent ones
Hold back desire for danger
A bet you lose, you'll have no way to turn
I see the man who lives and breathes corruption
Into a circle that you call your own
Don't run away, from the pain. A claim that you deal with
A power game, from within. Impossible for you to see this
Laid down the laws of deceit
The ones who cherish are the ones who'll go
Into the ashes of a tortured world
Only in mind's eye can you see a light
Harmony breaks, dark awakes, in old eyes - the trouble, feel it
Here to stay, mark the way, improvise the judgement hearing
Don't run away, from the pain. A claim that you deal with
A power game, from within. Impossible for you to see this
Anger looks on the quiet dreaming
Seals the sense incandescent ones
All remains of the glowing embers
Is a bleak cold irrelevance
A crude elite that's from a distant zone
You turn a blind eye on what's "brave"
You don't know if it's the truth you told
Anger looks on the quiet dreaming
Seals the sense incandescent ones
Hold back desire for danger
A bet you lose, you'll have no way to turn
I see the man who lives and breathes corruption
Into a circle that you call your own
Don't run away, from the pain. A claim that you deal with
A power game, from within. Impossible for you to see this
Laid down the laws of deceit
The ones who cherish are the ones who'll go
Into the ashes of a tortured world
Only in mind's eye can you see a light
Harmony breaks, dark awakes, in old eyes - the trouble, feel it
Here to stay, mark the way, improvise the judgement hearing
Don't run away, from the pain. A claim that you deal with
A power game, from within. Impossible for you to see this
Anger looks on the quiet dreaming
Seals the sense incandescent ones
All remains of the glowing embers
Is a bleak cold irrelevance
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