Funeral Cult piosenki
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In the Fade of Loneliness
I want to run away into the loneliness to hide the sorrow within me, keep the grief my passion of going straight ahead tothe light has burn out my eyes faced the light remains from the twilight wind in my vans agree me to forget the charm of smelling flow...
Into the Sorrow
I am standing above the grave my heart is tearing up by sorrow grief is filling my eyes with the tears of bitterness rembrances are creating her character oh God why do you take her for me why I must hate you, for what is this trial the lightning is cutt...
Ogień (Fire)
Bijące serce słowiańskiej ziemi Melodia matecznego łona Korowody cieni wypełniają noc śmiechem i tańcem Uroczyska i stępy płoną ogniem Bramy snu są rozwarte Bramy snu i bramy śmierci Śmierć i sen spleceni w miłosnym uścisku Świat wiruje w obłędzie Widz...
Pieśń Bojana
Cisza po lesie - aż naraz zabrzmiała w dali gęśl trójstronna - Postaną chwilę i dopiero się opatrsą, że Bojana brak między nimi - Gęśl brzmi ciągle... naprzód żałośnie, a potem dziko i smutno - wreście i śpiew leci do nich po rośle: Głód, powietrze, og...
The Dance
The blaze of fire disperses weak light Into circles The twinkling circle in the dusk of the night The dancing tongues reflect the blaze in my eyes The wind carries the breath of hot flames Over the cold water The thousands of fires light up the dusk of t...
The Son
I wade through heavy rainy clouds I Want to get to the sun Like small bird I struggle with the wind I bring the past back to my mind The showing pictures wring tears from my eyes The falling rain cools burning body with its streams I'am flying high above...
The Tree
Cold steel is opening my veins the tree shadow is saving me from the spitiful face of the moon hot blood is running out of my sore and is bringing to life the flowerseeds sleeping in the mother earths bosom life is escaping from me i can feel the juices...
The Wonderer
The wonderer alone like an island on the ocean alone like a little star wandering into the emptiness your rugs hustled by the wind and you marching on the dirt-track can you hear the call ? the dust of the fields is your food the summers rain is your d...
Valley of Forgetfulness
Going down into the valey of forgetfulness in the windless silence of the night with my vision I aming at the deep pit amongst black shadows of the trees I am listening to the wisper of my fear going down into the valley of forgetfulness I feel wet smell...