To be chronologically.
idea - Together.
text, the role of principal, vocal - Jędrzej 'Jatej' button
music, camera, editing, video processing - Arkadiusz 'Fismoll' Glensk
Text:
Night shrouds apart by lightning
covered the magical runes expecting sun glare
Mysterious marks on the walls of the city and stops
In the shadow of a lover writing a letter to the devil
When deprived chosen one morning it
snow is falling from the sky as crushed marble
ancient carvings and acanthus leaves
tone deaf ice, traces of baptism, as baptism is when a strange rain
heralds seven woes as the seven seals
Before the second approach, the spectral in
That's not spring, not even snow melted
Although March has windows like a cobra hypnotized
Here are constantly at war, my heart will not give
You had to be calm, too late, the army, armed
brought longer works, you mean as much dust.
four were screaming, was the art of polemics, he was back and
east and the monastery was also cold.
Pilgrimage to the Sacred, which did profane
What wybrzmiało like clamor, though not himself a coward.
drowned your chance, do not ever souls will join.
I am dust I am the master of the stack to the Cross
I am one million one hundred desires of every hundred are still hiding feelings
uwiędłych hundred leaves, which no one dreams come true
Scarring do not count the mathematical key. [Bis]
ax in his hand instead of holding forty-four
alien dimensions and realms, other worlds and throw grenades
In his poems, which will break any lattice.
beaten feelings words are molotov cocktails
hot head, I can not restrain
hardly born to the sprouting of a particle in mind the purge
already turns over in transnational discourses
the language of spirits, to torture me again!
I locked in a vicious circle, I strain my eyes, the Falcon,
to a raven in the sky movements to be able to search for the second time,
Bom raised as an eagle, my pen sharp knives,
Walking by, my God, I'm on both sides of the sea.
transformed as fetching Kordian joints chains
torn by contradictions, I beat the drums of the world
and repair of the world order seems forgotten!
Standing on the borders of known space, where the zenith,
Gonia chimera, countless tyraliery,
triery go into space, taking over the reins of all
and flows from the divine realm to prepare for a new era.
I am dust I am the master of the stack to the Cross
I am one million one hundred desires of every hundred are still hiding feelings
uwiędłych hundred leaves, which no one dreams come true
Scarring do not count the mathematical key. [Bis]
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Large late, because some party left in the background. Just a matter of fact, it is a forerunner of the next song, and for those who have not yet seen.
