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I can't help thinking of tomorrow Now when I've still got all my full will To overcome my fear And makes me feel a real sorrow How my heart crazy is just I'll Beating foreseeing what is near Lor! I'll defend my honor My life is the price I must throw the dice Before tomorrow I feel the sorrow And in the mirror I watch the terror This is my night long and cruel Before the duel! Before tomorrow I have to write out My best lyric poem I have never made before And when I'm walking through the night about Inspiration comes to me To liberate my sore God! May not come tomorrow! If I have to die My poem's a goodbye Before tomorrow I feel the sorrow And in the mirror I watch the terror This is my night long and cruel Before the duel! Before tomorrow I feel the sorrow And in the mirror I watch the terror This is my night long and cruel Before the duel! |
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| 2. |
| 6:12 |
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I was the sunlight I was the storm Of this empty world I spread joy and fright Among the swarm He was born He was afraid My soul torn left And I feel betrayed What I see I can't forgive This pain within me Despite you live Miracles Only miracles Taking my time for miracles Bringing you to life A thousand ages I roamed Wherever I could see the road Moving mountains With faith I showed Feelings are never owed Just in time I realized How much I'm yet In vain sacrified Now I have nothing to say No God to pray to Nowhere to stay Miracles Only miracles Taking my time for miracles Bringing me to life A God omnipotent Was not omnipresent An unbeliever man Broke up his sacred plan Took care of his own mind His eyes no longer blind The God swore paradise The man's life is the price A God omnipotent Was not omnipresent An unbeliever man Broke up his sacred plan Don't want your mercy I don't need your hand I just can live without your help at all Shall I take my vengeance Or let him live alone? Shall you just think out the way That you are treat your first son Shall my fury slam 'Till you kneel and crawl? Won't grovel down Look for another lamb |
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| 3. |
| 4:59 | 
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| 4. |
| 0:52 |
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| 5. |
| 6:16 |
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to moonn6pence from shootingstar
[This song is based on the Dreamlands of H. P. Lovecraft] When I was a child wandered Through meadows, my time squandered, Lost in the sweet nostalgia, Was looking for A way in my dreams. When I have the Silver Key It will be too late to flee. The Guardian tells me with deep voice, Iridescent balls of noise, Beyond the Planes of the Space, Yog Sothoth will show Its face, Madness will be his grace Over Mountains My mind shouts freely Like a melody Through the Gates of the Silver Key. Dear Dreamlands, Put in me your brand! Take me into your secrets, Show me the dark way of Kadath! I travelled for unknown places, I knew strange races, Lost in the mist of Dreamlands, Was looking for The City Of the Gods When the cold fills my poor soul I know I뭭e come to my goal. I see monstrous walls to raise Covered by a cloth of ice Far beyond of the sacred door, I will find the true Gods?lore And all will be like yore. Over Mountains My mind shouts freely Like a melody Through the Gates of the Silver Key. Dear Dreamlands, Put in me your brand! Take me into your secrets, Show me the dark way of Kadath! The Old Ones were, are and will be. Their Messenger I am, come with me! The darkness reigns in the Hall. He taught me in the cold nightfall That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die. Over Mountains My mind shouts freely Like a melody Through the Gates of the Silver Key. Dear Dreamlands, Put in me your brand! Take me into your secrets, Show me the dark way of Kadath! to moonn6pence from shootingstar |
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| 6. |
| 4:37 |
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to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
[Based on the story of Gustavo Adolfo Becquer (Spanish poet 1836-1870)] And old legend tells A spirit of the devil dwells In a lake beyond the trees And I found my ruin in this place Green eyes Like a beam of the sun That, swift, hides while it runs Within the white foam Green eyes Your glance burned my chest The desire of the quest Of some eyes like those Loneliness did filled my soul And my mind they stole I became drunk with its melancholy When I saw her eyes in water Green eyes Like a beam of the sun That, swift, hides while it runs Within the white foam Green eyes Your glance burned my chest The desire of the quest Of some eyes like those My course was her call To her bed of emeralds Waters jumped in glints of light And then closed over my body Green eyes Like a beam of the sun That, swift, hides while it runs Within the white foam Green eyes Your glance burned my chest The desire of the quest Of some eyes like those 7. Going On I'm looking inside for The particles of my past Putting all together To compose a neat contrast And now, in the middle I have found what ever lasts Blowing like spring air Is the love which brings a blast I feel my prior time Like a pantomine In which what is prime Never comes again Meanwhile your living Is going on Love I have discovered In the core of human frame Where all is always changing Love is every time the same It's the force of past To give me impulse to win the game At the end of my way Love cleans all my harshest blames away I feel my prior time As if was a crime In which I think I'm Who feels and gives pain Meanwhile your living Is going on to moonn6pence from shootingstar |
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| 7. |
| 4:42 |
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I'm looking inside for
The particles of my past Putting all together To compose a neat contrast And now, in the middle I have found what ever lasts Blowing like spring air Is the love which brings a blast I feel my prior time Like a pantomine In which what is prime Never comes again Meanwhile your living Is going on Love I have discovered In the core of human frame Where all is always changing Love is every time the same It's the force of past To give me impulse to win the game At the end of my way Love cleans all my harshest blames away I feel my prior time As if was a crime In which I think I'm Who feels and gives pain Meanwhile your living Is going on |
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| 8. |
| 3:58 |
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Knowledge seeker
Life is a breath Drink in its beaker Soon will come death And between columns Requiem will be solemn We are the worns Who gnaw your bones And your soul transform Angels calling in my dream In my eternal dream Beyond the sea Grey melancholy Who knows its trip? Where will go the ship? In the end of the way Is there some hope? Why have I to pray? Where is life's rope? Caronte will sail Will not stop his gale Nothing I am Dus, you will be Forever damned Devils screaming in my dream This is thir blaspheme Beyond the sea Grey melancholy Who knows its trip? Where will go the ship? Who wants to know the truth? Since the life is a crux Only you must believe in you |
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| 2:24 |
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| 10. |
| 5:01 |
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My sight is a blurred skyline
The blue stream its head inclines Doubt's river-like Made with cold blood My will's the dyke That stops the flood When anguish grows It overflows so slow When I have just done my best I say: Alea jacta est I've made up my mind With my troops behind The eagles are shadowing the west! I see the river And know I have to cross Waters carries past with them Never coming back yet A bitter stone like round distress Suddenly I take and toss Gushes flow with scum light red Omen of a fast end When I have just done my best I say: Alea jacta est I've made up my mind With my troops behind The eagles are shadowing the west! Doubt! After reflecting I shout: Eagles of the war, march on! Water hasn't got return when it is gone |
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| 11. |
| 7:40 |
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| 12. |
| 6:40 |
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It's the sea of life a nightmare
For the searching and ever coming back. In the middle of the empty nowhere In a deep hole that is getting black The sea Is a pool full of tears that shed My solitude that was thus fed With the outrage voices uttered by the sirens. The sea Is the vast void from I can't flee Is the smooth mirror of my glee Like liquid stuff of blurred time [Chorus] In the unstill bluish sea Searching a port that cares for me Coming back to get free My tortured soul I can ride In love the waves in glide In love I'm looking for a reason to hold on Hearing in the sea an old tone Of mermaids at my side While the waves make my ocean tide The sea Is where I just try to make sense Of this life fabric thick and dense Where I can feel distress and dismay for me. The sea Is the great well of fantasy Whose source is our melancholy From which springs up and flows [Chorus] The sea Is a pool full of tears that shed My solitude that was thus fed With the outrage voices uttered by the sirens. The sea Is the vast void from I can't flee Is the smooth mirror of my glee Like liquid stuff of blurred time |
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