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ENGLISH LYRICS
Kneel to prayHate me now. Kill all within my hands. Hate me now Crush all within my hands. Squeeze all within my hands. Choke all within my hands. James Hetfield Deformed, distressed, abused and broken The recent magic’s diamond token That’s what you are, no more relieving. The rebel in my blood is seething The beautiful is wormy one. The strong is vile and sick himself. No rite for honorable who’s gone, The glory’s for defiled and pelf. Dark atmosphere burns up with rage Like saprophagous lustful mould, The sarcophagus of our age, Consuming smother to behold Destroy the stars, tear out the sky None cometh to this dying place In face of nothing let it die And let it bleed out soul’s remains In face of nothing Kneel to pray!!! La nuit des videsChaque moment d’esperance Et chaque cierge a s’eteindre Meurt pour la delivrence Les mirages tristes et tendres Le fantom d’une vague S’a tue pour la mer Songes creux je divague Songes sombres a la terre Crochent sur l’aveux mais pauvres A sagner tout ses reves Du jour ou la de l’aube Jusqu’a la nuit d’la seve Ils parfois nous deciment Avec poison timide Pour s’humilier, s’en lime Est-ce tu la nuit des vides? Est-ce tu la nuit des vides? It won't last longIn their pursuit To watch the world with eyes of kindness My star has died Like fallen fruit It rots beneath the trees in darkness We’ve lost the fight And those who placed Their burning souls for false compassion Are now to crave And those who chased The beauty, died for blindest passion The beauty’s slaves And this malign thought entropies Back down to dust where we belong Hold on the path – not memories I know for sure it won’t last long We’re swept away By hands of what we really are I don’t betray I bury lies so deep, so far… Seal beaten lips And I would close my eyes with you This life that drips When haven’t found the worthy clue In cold shall we Forget this life like mother’s song That’s what we see I promise you it won’t last long |
Music of depthsLike the path through all times starlight falls down on earth Orbs of night shimmering like the smoldering hearth And the voices I hear from the silence of skies Are like voices of light in my lonesome disguise Leading soul through the fear to the sources of life Through the dark of our aeons cruel and glistering and blithe Like the wool guiding thread from our gathering death Smooth like salutary song that is now far and deaf Take me there by the hand; take me to the pale light I’ve got lost on my way through this unending night Give me serums of truth and the conscience of past While this journey of mine I am staking on cast Night wolves smell out my trace and the lynx follows me Voices from unknown depths leading me lulling me Through the scent of the midnight I feel sands of shore Once my lost avid soul aeons ago had adored The one who dwells withinRed iron ochre deluge the dormant sky The mirror pool uncovered depths of gloom The bed of heath where all my secrets die Reveals no name but ghost of empty room With songs that flow into my cadent tears And melt within my impecunious heart The one I dreamt of was the clue to fear The one who dwells within me torn apart Andres aut vincere aut mori Ares aedem. Ares vincit omnia Nec tecum possum vivere nec sine te As stars do gather up To give their sheen for thee I slay mine injured heart Shine on this heart, prithee The gibe of ancient king Thrilled fevers in mine soul And mine cadaverous wing Endureth avid fall Abominate myself The dry weed I embrace From my uneven breath Become the awesome grace Truth is silenceRemember how we burned The endless night, our last desire And in the gleam of heathen fire Inherited our virtue’s dead Misanthropy is what returned Our weakness taken from all reasons In this unending dying season We smother in waste ruth ahead Sinking in darkness Of our inarticulate grief In joyful blindness Where we were blessed so shy and lief And now awaken By things that were absurd before Opened our eyes to see It’s true for more The wisdom is for sly The perfumes of our lust and warmth Sleeps with eternity and storm In wasted memory of mine The wolfheart beats alive To heal the blood from slumber’s seeds This wreckage to destroy my needs For something wild and so divine The god of slaves is dying in my heart… |
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