Elõadó: Without Face
Lemez: Deep Inside
Stílus: dark
Évjárat: 2000
Honlap / Borító
Tabulatúra / Zene
Feltöltötte: arden
Egyéb: taglista/kép; cikk
Kiadó: HammerMP
Kapható: lásd honlap

1. Caleidoscope
2. Sands of Time
3. I and I
4. Hymn to the Night
5. Screaming Heartbeat
6. Deepression
7. The Picture

 

 

Sands of Time

Tell me not in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not that what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal:
"Dust thou art, dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time-

Footprints that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main.

I and I

Another night
Another fight
Another passion

The words
The words in my mind
The eyes becoming (yello)wild

Flesh (body) and blood
Bowels and bones

At night outside
I can't controll it
I have to let it go
I just keep an eye on
The demon from my mind
Coming out

Monster of my dreams
The bloody brute

Waiting for the victim
In the dark corner
Delighted from the hell

Steps
Another life
I stole it
The taste of your blood...

Dotting, fainting breath
The voice of heart becoming silence
The killer instinct is sated

Recovering consciousness
Tormenting paining
Because of the clear thoughts
Pricking conscience
Bloody in the mirror

My crying pouring into the night
I'm full of
The hate for me

Ref.:
I and I
Killer and victim
Another glance to the world
Trough the demon's eye


Hymn to the Night

I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls;
I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
From celestial walls.

I felt her presence, by its spell of might,
Stoop o'er me from above -
The calm, majestic presence of the Night,
As of the one I love.

"I felt her presence, by its spell of might"
"I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight"

I heard the sound of the sorrow and delight,
The manifold, soft crimes,
That fill the haunted chambers of the Night,
Like some old poet's rhymes.

"I felt her presence, by its spell of might"
"I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight"

Peace! Orestes - like I breathe this prayer;
Descend with broad-winged flight
The welcome, the thrice prayer for, the most fair,
The best beloved Night!

"I felt her presence, by its spell of might"
"I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight"

Screaming Heartbeat

Your hand is on the handle,
Step across the threshold
Come, step one step higher
Meet the last Empire

Softly craky planks
Softly craky steps
Dusty footprints before you
Silent darkness behind you

Ref.:
Screaming heartbeat in the silence
Something moving on the darkness
As if you were being watched

There's only space around you
Now you hear something (new)
You think they're speaking to you
But only the old floor
Crackles under your soles

Crying, shouting
Screaming, yelling
Listen! You must fell it
Sighs of vanished spirit

Don't stop (here) my fellow
Open the last door!
Make yourself at home

Now look at here!
You'll see the death.
You'll see over the door
The faces in the wall

I'll give you immortality,
Help me to build our city!

The Picture

I'm hunting a nightmare
On the road to the old
castle of my calm, of my dreams -
my new home
The moon lights my way
And shows the dark windows nearly...

* * *

Step into my room
I welcomed by light
And the picture on the my wall
Silently says good night

I wake up with the sun
But I'm really not the one
The painting with the balcony
seems to move like the dawn
Brake away from the mistery
but to visit the garden
and see my magnetic balcony;
understand what happens...

* * *

Running back to the picture
looking night and day
Madness and reality fighting in my brain
...And the picture shows itself
Painted figures with painted selves
A girl in the dark, every night
waiting for torture : the killer's knife

* * *

Bloody eyes try to find the way
Rambling hands try to find the key
- Blood, wash the torture-
-Blood, brake the curse-
In the dark - in the night...
With the knife - in my heart...
 

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