Lost in dark far beyond the night Lost in path hardly we can find the light Obedient to our lies Deceiving with fidelity falter on our stones Crawling
shadow to the mourning cry The stars seem like touching the lake But sink underwater and start to fade Crystals with splendid flare warm eclipse Eradicate the odious
A spark of light in a strange Shape like the waves that surround the sight range A wounded collected echoes Among the Sharp mountains The wild star is
Like illusions or prophecies Snatch a part of my mind Gathered till eternity For a moment or centuries shimmering motions on the being Said to be the
skies Insect influx, the scent of the dogs My sweet flower, and insect on the cross [Chorus:] Darkly wise odour of the evil tongues Odious and devious
(Dedicated to all those brave ones, betrayed by leaving the Grand Civilization in the hands of a fake God; the Byzantine empire.) Riders cross the raging
ترجمة: أعمى الجارديان. انه Ealo بوليتش \u200b\u200b(الكريهة).
ترجمة: حلول الظلام. انه Ealo_ بوليتش \u200b\u200b(الكريهة).
: Those who saw my figure and name Defined me as a ghost Deaf and blind witness mute paralyzed witness In every moment a witness dies by his throne
: Help those who need extreme help And find out a true experience Only one bullet remained to replace Fear by a fake dream In the four corners of this
: [Instrumental]
: A hand behind a curtain Empty theatre strange and new Where the candles were chosen To light the sullen view White rose in the garden of death Sleeping
: There is an eye behind my eye Watching my eye watching my eye You see some facts and you can't deny Watching my eye watching my eye Contradictions
: Lost in dark far beyond the night Lost in path hardly we can find the light Obedient to our lies Deceiving with fidelity falter on our stones Crawling
: On squalid and stony walls When the mind to the thinking bows Sexton of the stygian shrine Is falling into the same mistake One guardian is lost,
: A spark of light in a strange Shape like the waves that surround the sight range A wounded collected echoes Among the Sharp mountains The wild star
: Like illusions or prophecies Snatch a part of my mind Gathered till eternity For a moment or centuries shimmering motions on the being Said to be the
