Grave - And here i die

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Hanging, hanging here crying
Slowly I m dying with tears in my eyes
My worlds is turning black
And here I die crucified

What kind of father are you who betray

Are you my father creator of Earth
Did you give me birth
Do you exist? Where do you hide?
Now as I die

There is no god to be son to
There is no son to be god to
Why did you betray me? Why didn t you save me!

My world is turning black
And here I die... Crucified, satisfied

Inne utwory

  • Epic obliteration
  • Inhuman
  • Living the dead behind
  • Reborn
  • Restrained
  • Winternight
  • Bloodshed
  • Harvest day
  • Rain
  • Obscure infinity
  • In love
  • Beauty within
  • Haunted
  • Banished to live
  • Burn
  • Obsessed
  • Now and forever
  • Bloodfeast
  • Turning black
  • Losowe utwory

    Cast down

    Despair, emptiness
    See the hatred wasted on yourself
    Face down taste the dust; it s getting harder everyday
    Just to find a reason not to end it all yourself
    Suicide on the street
    Everywhere around you watch it breed
    It begins to bury you in self-induced rejection

    So...

    All night operator

    Can´t you hear me talkin´ to you
    I´m callin´ you one more time
    All night operator
    Dial me a better line
    Can´t you hear me talkin´ to you
    Do telephones make you cry?
    I try to write letters
    Only my pen runs dry...

    Sunrise in eden

    Along the banks of astral silence
    the honey rivers flow
    time seems standing still before my eyes

    The velvet sound of the ocean waves
    white sand underneath
    in the land of eternity

    The old bridge tells a story
    of long gone centuries
    and the garden of a king far away

    The palms around they whisper
    the sacred holy rhymes
    to keep...

    Use the force

    I must believe
    I can do anything
    I can heal anyone
    I must believe

    I am the wind(yeah)
    I am the sea
    I am the wind
    I am the sea
    I am the sun
    I can be anyone

    Oh this world is mine
    (this world is mine)
    For...

    What of this place

    What of this place – so unique
    What of this being – wants to sense of pride
    So shall we breed – across the lands
    Where are our gods we so simply perceive

    What of this place – so blackened through
    Fear it not me, even not me
    We re of a time we see...