Тексты песен «Vader»

[Lyrics: Pavel Frelik, Music: Peter Wiwczarek] Every now and then we all visit a world of hurt - the only real difference is how long we have to and wish to stay there. In the world of hurt Nothing ever welcomes...

Can you see me... at the horizon Amongst the Ruins I kneel See the gap in my chest, coloured deep red My bleeding heart in front of me Aching cries that ever last Amongst the Ruins I kneel A shattered soul with endless...

An act of darkness is in us Holy times and sacred season sites Oh, black hole empty God Let them devour their own light An elevenfold cross eclipse Symmetric fourness not to be found Brightness protons vibrate outside...

To stem the current is no vain attempt the Knowledge preserved for us alone in this world of mud and rust decipher what is coded by our hands Defiled our names soiled glory of gods dismal new faith spawn of deliverence...

I've seen a fire start in Frisco The day that the earth quaked I've seen buildings a-blazing Throwing up in flames I heard men, women and children Crying out to their God for mercy But their God didn't listen So they...

HATE - All I see is blood red PAIN - like thorns in my heart KILL - Cold steel in my hands DIE - Those motherfuckers have to pay ANGER! - My mind burns ANGER! - All veins explode ANGER! - Blinded eyes ANGER! And...

THE CITIES OF THE BRAIN ARE VAST NO MAP CHARTS TO URGE TO FIND THE NEXUS OF IT ALL THE LINES CONVERGE,MY VISION CLEARS NOW I THINK I CAN FINALLY SEE THE WORLD FOR WHAT IT'S ALWAYS BEEN TORRENT OF SIGNALS,STORM OF DATE...

Damnation marches in, Apocalypse fortold by myths, Earth's realm ends in pain, As the rivers run red, With the blood of the suffering, Humanity punished for all its sins. Bow Down...As the heavens collide Bow...

[lead: Peter] Silence in the Dark Ripped by mighty yell apart Strange smell increases in the air Hate radiates from nonetity Now all is coming true What was written million years before The Gods were born in the Abyss...

(In memory of John Whiteside Parsons (1914-1952) and his "Babalon Working") (lyrics by Pavel Wasilewski) "John Whiteside Parsons (1914-1952) - a brilliant rocket fuel scientist And one of the oddest disciples of A...

Black is the night, metal we fight Power amps set to explode Energy screams, magic and dreams Satan records the first note. We chime the bell, chaos and hell Metal for maniacs pure. Fast melting steel, fortune on wheels...

Originally performed by Black Sabbath What is this that stands before me? Figure in black that points at me. Turn around quick and start to run. Find out I'm the chosen one. Big black shape with eyes of fire, Telling...

Black to the blind is She above and black to the blind we seem to be god-fearing sheep will never perceive the embodiment of the lust divine Nothingness thickens and bends down a new creation taking its primal breath...

Melted world Chaos exonerated - dominates Fire walks around... Blast Nuclear attack - total genocide All gates are wide opened now! But we are here We will survive With scorched wings spread We'll fly above...

We - from the blood of the dead We're burning with fury and hate Bloody vengeance still growing in us Waiting for mighty lords who'll praise again Cry of the dreaming-dead Still existing in my head They are spawn of...

We - from the blood of the dead We're burning with fury and hate Bloody vengeance still growing in us Waiting for mighty lords who'll praise again Cry of the dreaming-dead Still existing in my head They are spawn of...

Black cities hidden in the dark Among the waters beneath the seas Horrible thoughts destroy the minds Through the endless nights You don't know what's to come While I'm chanting incantations Stay away and don't play...

[It is a loose interpretation/re-working of "Preliminary Invocation" from Solomon's "Goetia"] [which was compiled and translated by S. L. Mathers. For personal use only.] Thee I invoke, the Bornless one - hear my call...

I tasted the fever of Your existence seems like cold grain to my mouth I stand aside, I stay away transmuting my quicksilver blood KIA - that I may see ZOS - that I may touch insipid are the describing words the self...

[Music: Piotr Wiwczarek, Lyric: Pawel Wasilewski] I tasted the fever of Your existence Seems like cold grain to my mouth I stand aside, I stay away Transmuting my quicksilver blood KIA - that I may see ZOS - that I...