Circle of Ouroborus все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Grave - of this revolution. Day - when the eagles fall. Ashes - still glow in the desert. Justice - taken from the hands of a warrior. My voice tries to create the call, empty echo is its only friend. No sword or axe is gleaming in these fires of revenge. Tied - are our weapon arms. Died - have our legions of truth. Still - our heart pounds in anger. Will - breathing through this opression!

I've been waiting and wailing / on the ground with rotten fruits failing / away from our shores sailing / fearing the serpent scaling / Then in the spring you come / and this heart burns with shame wintry shapes are undone you violate and I am to blame / This is when the truth reveals it surrounds the minds entwined once again my heart it steals / lulls to sleep with a restless lie / Then we are both lonely / and I am standing there / I could wish you to hold me / to turn down the warmth of your stare / But you know me all too well / to such foolish hope to agree / you just escape like the sound of a bell / even if I could never make you flee / So we pass in silence / and the passion freezes once more / you keep slipping through my fingers / for greater minds to adore

From the earth to the sky
What you see is what you own
Take a glance and stretch your view
Swallow this universe with your eyes

I am the comet flying backwards
A quill of fire taken from phoenix's tail
When the stars come home

When distrust and understanding combine and the white kingdom closes its gates dropping you back among the filth back to face the life without the meaning, without the meaning. Then you experience the birth and the filth like a cleansing stream. You swim in the spring of rats and vermin, you tilt over the cup of revolt. This all incarnated in your mind, your body hanging like a staging. Stain yourself with the tar, it soaks into your heart. Saturated with the fuel, hate becomes a glowimg spark. All bursts into black storm, into infernal radiance. You tar-filled skin burns their thougths. Dirt, filth and flames are rising close to the gates...