Тексты песен «Moonspell»

A pure veil of darkness. A mysterious fog. The Moon is full. And the Wolves you call. Red as my blood it is the sky above us. As I witness the arrival of the Winter Solstice. And I cry from the abyss with the legions...

The lunar backbone stands straight and alert for a last time The mammal feathers are revamped just for this last night Mouthless children are breasted with their own words To essence of their souls escaping through...

Here is to Fear For keeping us alert. And here is to Sleep For making understand. - here's to the crowning roots (placing us nowhere). - here's to the laughable wings (taking us nowhere). Here's to the Eve Of the...

The seed of Men, From trees now freezing. All silevered leaves With messages written The Imitators In sequences bright. All perpetraitors In cahins of gold. From the Wait we got our hearts so wet. The Legend...

Man confirmed by the carnal Like a damnation supreme Man you are bound to this world and this blood Raise hands to the wonders In honour of you Man condemned again Created at the image of pain Beast conceived in the...

And the first went and poured the vial upon the earth And there fell a grievous sore upon the men Which had the mark of the beast And the second angel poured out his vial upon the sea And it became as the blood of a...

На ужасных высотах Чистый провал Покорись лишь только Истине одной Падай – бесконечно В пепел превращаясь К знаниям стремясь На ужасных высотах Она снисходит с небес Под звуки реквиема В разбитом сердце В...

Na Ara da Vida jaz uma morte A ti te lanco a minha sorte Ataegenia triade fatal Palida Deusa, doce e teu mal Centenas de corvos sobre a rochedo Cantam em coro historias de Medo De Primaveras que a morte abraca Em ti...

Na Ara da Vida jaz uma morte A ti te lanco a minha sorte Ataegina triade fatal Palida Deusa, doce e teu mal Centenas de corvos sobre o rochedo Cantam em coro historias de Medo De Primaveras que a morte abraca Em ti...

Na Ara da Vida jaz uma morte A ti te lanco a minha sorte Ataegenia triade fatal Palida Deusa, doce e teu mal Centenas de corvos sobre a rochedo Cantam em coro historias de Medo De Primaveras que a morte abraca Em ti...

The earth should have opened And swallowed us in Stop at nothing inside us Then a wind should have risen From the deep mouth of our sea And things should have been as they used to be There is a doorway, a running sea...

The earth should have opened And swallowed us in Stop at nothing inside us Then a wind should have risen From the deep mouth of our sea And things should have been as they used to be There is a doorway, a running sea...

Awake... for all is dying, even the dead We are our Past failing to come back All of us visionaires with a rope around our...

Arms towering into fear Feels like I am going in my sleep The dead are breeding under my pillow Is there a place for you in me? Best forgotten Gates closing when you draw near At the very heart of melancholia Those...

In my blood you reached this far In my soul you found this much The circles of hell on earth Travelled together times upon times When you have lived this cruel And emptied the veins once full Bloodlines of life going...

Can't bee your lover Can't bee that loveless Can't bee that healing rope, or anything Can't bee without you, the one or the other Can't even bee what you are for me Can't even bee your final solution I hope I was your...

"Это то что мы без всякого высокомерия можем назвать типичной мунспеловской песней. Лирика о весьма убийственной смеси любви и смерти. Звучит как настоящее несчастие но песня скорее о чём-то невозможном. У меня...

Snowbird, ablaze and hurt. Brighter, fearless, just like a runaway. Princess never-a-smile. Oh, child! What makes you try? Crying and sobbing You greet the other day She who never touches ground. Spreading an eclipse...

Юнко зимний, в огне и боли. Ярче, бесстрашно, словно беглец. Принцесса Несмеяна. О, дитя! Что заставляет тебя пытаться? Рыдая и плача Ты встречаешь новый день. Она, та, что никогда не касалась земли...

Starts as a feeling pure, This vitreous second sight Without hallucinating, hating, Captive of a future bright Fortune telling- Honours for madmen only! Through the looking glass, And when the glass looks back. Why is...