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Through The Eyes Of The Dead




Альбом Through The Eyes Of The Dead



2003
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Beneath Dying Skies

Beautiful scars cover my broken temple no one tried to save this the sun's burnt out darkness is beginning the sun's burnt out no more beauty no more life hate and cries lie in the hands of all awakened by horror and screams of people kill themselves because they fear dying no need to try and stop this your time is up beneath dying skies suffer for this no words can describe death's bliss slaughter of innocence the rain that cleanses the scars of ages

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Autumn Tint Of Gold

Descending from the night sky, a shimmering tint of gold. Masses of
messengers sent for blood now come forth. Descending from the night sky,
a shimmering tint of gold. A rain of bloody feathers, future has been
foretold. Descending from the autumn sky, behold our faithful demise As
they drift through godless lands raining fire upon all man As they drift
through godless lands, forever dying. Masses of messengers see now as
horror unfolds. Bones are broken and lives are destroyed. Cities crumble
beneath an autumn tint of gold. Demise of this land, demise of a land as
I drift through Godless lands, forever dying.

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Forever Ends Today

Her tears were cold as winter. Understand the true meaning
when you slaughter angels. A kiss that burns forever.
The letter that ended a voice is broken with lies in a soul I now
despise Forever ends. Forever ends. Forever ends. Forever ends. Whisper
soft, look into my eyes, black roses rain from blood filled skies
Whisper soft, her eyes stained with cries, black roses flood as this
dies Her heart tastes sweet like rain, Forever ends. Her heart tastes
sweet like rain, her tears froze to her face. Her last breath, her last
breath drifts away.

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Between The Gardens That Bathe In Blood

Glass taints the surface where gods cry and souls decay. Shadows hang
themselves to escape this place they've made. Don't worry my children,
this is hell. Our souls are faced with damnation. Blood soaked gardens
bound for death, to kill or be killed. They will smile in their
disparity in battle. In the fields of sorrow a corpse stands alone.
Childrens' mothers pray for their safety and return, knowing that they are dead.
Glass taints the surface where gods cry and souls decay. Shadows hang
themselves to escape this place they've made. Don't worry my children.

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To Take Comfort (In Yesterday's Scars)

I wonder if she was too dead to care if I taste the blood of Christ. Her
heart was weak and frail. I'm drowning in the blood of Christ. Her tears
now overflow, falling on hollow ground. Muffled screams escape, the gag
tied around her mouth. I swallowed her soul, suffer this revenge under
my dead heart. I was the devil in her only nightmare, I was the devil in
her dreams. Now that she's not breathing, I've set my demons free. She
is not breathing. I'm drowning in the blood of Christ. Her corpse is
scarred with shame and tears. The sight induced my pain. This dead black
heart once fed the smile of a girl with no name. To take comfort in
yesterday's scars.

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