Тексты песен «Cemetery Of Scream»

That's the game of chess Your life against the death And you're a looser Just loosing your last breath The clock's tick tock Seems to be dead men's talk And you're a looser Juast loosing your last breath The...

In the vapours of opium In a smoky Paris salon Like a black-and-white photo It's a kind of deja vu Dancing girls Their faces veiled Naked bellies Empty stares Hissing snakes Around their necks You are there...

Elegy of silent windows of wind in the boughs of the trees of the plain of lights wrapped up in a grief The crest of roof broken'n'left walls overgrown of grass'n'wine white shrub washed down of drops of storm windows...

Where is my real imaginary world? Empty spaces of the sunset spaces of the lost hopes of the deprived of feelings faces The laughing devil is disappearin' in the clouds of smoke spiderweb life is running 'way against...

Where is my real imaginary world? Empty spaces of the sunset spaces of the lost hopes of the deprived of feelings faces The laughing devil is disappearin' in the clouds of smoke spiderweb life is running 'way against...

And when sky will burn by fire of purple and the earth will tremble under my feet I won't tell anything I will fly high driven on the angel winds or I will fall straight to the dark abyss I won't tell anything... I will...

Image like fast spliced line Covered by the rough knots just like the bark covered by the brown knags. In the middle of the dead world left ship stands With droped sails without the crew. In the middle of the sea...

The role of Jack-o-lanterns is to be a bridge a bridge to a desert a hope in empty words is like the sand, the sand that burns my soul with a glow of desires Who was I? Who Am I? Who'll I be? Should I try?...

Winter forest Winter patterns on the trees Trudging through the horny bushes Snow is cracking Underneath my feet Broken branches Shadows grey My eyes can hardly see So full of tears Winter forest I can hear...

A rude awakening, I realize There's cold obsession in my eyes An alien face that i have to show Belonged to me then Some years ago I'm not myself I've killed my feelings,I'm soulles ice There's cold obsession in...

Wooden grief lost in silence dream of life cold as shudder Every day from birth only way I walk. loosing my own breath fool with ticking clock Bitter sorrow made by moonlight the guest snake...

What did you give Give to the man Mind that can only fell'n'suffer Heart made with With daub smiles Meaningless words And bottomless torment. What did you give to the man when he with bowed head With storm of...

One day I saw a fear in the eyes of the clown dancing in the middle of my dream selling prescribed grief the short cut of knife that forbade to breathe the caravans of life The marriage of nothingness and...

The rows of the even planted old trees standing like the aged monuments of tradition passed on of the eternal rule of light immortal stigma and the chains for brain The fall is painting the trees in the colour of blood...

He was passing my world Whistlin' the melody In the simple suit with hands in his pockets Dirty pieces of paper Was floatin' in the air And he was marchin' Over'n'over again. I've never seen his face. Never...

Cold waves Of the foaming flood Over the lowland Of gray soil The flowin' like an impulse From hearth to the brain Impulse of salvation When I was dying Driving the darkness away Closing the eyes Tryin' to...

In the holy river Ganges In the river of karma and souls Shiva speaks to the Goddes Kali Gentle breezes carry his voice In the holy river Ganges Pilgrims wash away their sins And the water kisses their bodies...

I know the pain of insane which comes to my soul I see the streets drowned in rain the melody of sad Flag is tremblin' in my hands I'm beatin' out the paintings in rock the picture of the dying people monuments of black...

Hear what I brought with my fear Hear What I thought scars I feel Born in the crowd of the rusty pleasures of your kind burn like a shout that'll never rise from your heart Fall Never cry alone Fall Never...

The fire is out, and spent the warmth thereof This is the end of every song man sings The golden wine is drunk, the dregs remain : Bitter as warmwood, and as salt as pain And hope health have gone the way of...