Emancer piosenki

Memories of ancient times Fading slowly away Wisdom of the past is disappearing From my mind The hammer is gone? Dust whirls up from the graves As mist in the bleak moonlight Smouldring souls arise From the past! The spirits are awake ...yet the pa...

You reflect yourself and your world In your beloved mirror Coloured by your imagination That paints the images you like It makes you forget, makes you reject Manipulating your human mind Your dreams are fading Smashed Mirror World Now you have lost...

Black and red - that is all I see metal and powder representing death travel to hell with an image of me burned to the iris - a taste of infinity you have all been begging to die I am banished - a ghost in the mirror seek and search for a life-saving lie...

Look at the stars on the vast heaven Glimpsing nicely with eachother Just like you and everybody else Matching together like offspring And parent As naturally as rock fall to the earth And if someone breaks your laws Of nature You swallow them like a...

Underneath the light blue sky Below the lovely sunset They believe that something great Has made this place... (...maybe something has...) Mesmerised... Paranoia... reality? Paradise...? Fantasy! Walking senseless upon this earth Praising to prais...

hear my angel sing master's message for the time is near be afraid the storm is coming for you betray the one you sleep with she is a hellspawn of the dragon reborn you servants tell you a million lies I speak of heaven and angel eyes hate my enemies...

as her cold left hand fingered for a last doom there was no nerve and never a dull moment there were bits of rebellion with moments of style a courageous countdown and her selfassured smile she never challenged profound justice she never pussied out no pu...

flaming passion for different licks fight another flood on new levels determination of mind education no outwards god to defy your vigour serving depth of cognitions profusions exempt shallow happiness the idealistic trendslavery end down home for gold...

Walking through the woods... I realise; We are a poisoned land Feeling frosty winds... opens my mind; Brings forth the memories Staring through the eyes... of brainwashed souls; No sense in their minds Like a flock of sheep... with empty dreams; Of ligh...

[could they feel his formulas] sliding out of their holy claws [miniatyrs] judged by the undying energy [whom] never moulded with earthly hands the spinning machine still playing slaphand tickle with the ingredients as the image of our detrimental race...