Тексты песен «Ephel Duath»

Impossible to save the balance with this bigot. Still profiles bond with seaweed rope to the wreck that will be. My dive will end this circus parade. The sweet proceeds through undistinguishable lanes Caresses with a...

Two hands remain, Two eyes I've embraced. When confusion seems to have your face, It could be more simple to disfigure, And I'm sure, I'm sure that it will be the greatest pleasure. Look, This wall has no longer the...

It's not time to arrange 'Cause I want to taste this infection again. Wish of tranquillity stinks like an absurd lie, I long to enumerate How many ariose conclusions I will dodge. My beating nerves are devouring...

Sweet Irony, hits my tangled troubles, and frees this blade from the stranding line Cynically slides, Through dusty gemstone, To offer a soft respite to my ethereal plagues. Let me cover with silence, The figures...

Smell this gentle condition... Misanthropy. Is there something to respect? Painting the same landscape again, You can lose What these fluid movements are electing. The unconscious, undesired companion, Wins. It's so...

Is it so useless to talk With these still shades? Sometimes it seems that I spy my moves Through the vent of a glass stone. ...But what am I observing? The sandpit I'm digging Doesn't seem deep enough, 'cause the cries...

Finally, Disharmony has a brilliant face. A sinuous gait of unhappiness raises Like this oblivion. It's so sweet to come across my holes again. Let it be removed to become your dress, Disdain will be your new order...

I've been swallowed by the plaything Born through my brainful ashtray, It stinks, pure on this laughable side. The will to skin, This gaping flourish encumbers. Last, poor unforeseeable shape. Now it's hard to end...

...And in poor seconds, the filthy figures surrounding become obstacles.... Smell of acid thoughts. Intoxicated eyes, Madly, Are you searching for the obscure calm, But the partial blindness doesn't relieve, And...

It's so improbable to find the light, When clouds are rubbing me. Words run creating hatred scrawl, Streets have nothing more to ask. When I relive this Pain Chessmen have a unique colour, And the Clash begins. I feel...

I've a thousand ways to ruin all, But I'm walking to poor choices A negative pulse will be searching for me. Immobilised in the cerebral cell I'm observing my steps...in vain... Are you coming to poison my remarks?...