1. |
Intro
01:07
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2. |
Sea Lords
02:43
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White blades
Of waves
For us
It's chance
For you it's
A lonely grave
We are
The one's
Whose black-flagged ship
Toss a challenge to a cruel-hearted no-holds-barred storms
Our will
can't bend
It is like steel
It doesn't fear the breath of angry northern winds
Lightings cut into parts
Black womb of irate skies
And free the scourge of storm
The scourge of rebel no-holds-barred storm
There are no doubts
And no regrets
We made a choice and it gave us a lucky chance
It's better to
Be buried in a sea
Than be a shore loafer, who has sowed wild oats on the ground for years
Lightings cut into parts
Black womb of irate skies
And free the scourge of storm
The scourge of no-holds-barred, cruel-hearted rebel storms
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3. |
Diamonds Black
03:20
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Shadows of night embrace
Сrowds of wandered hearts
With fog of hollow hopes
They’re marching on the road
With dead end for so long
Following their lord
There is no sorrow in their eyes
Only thirst of cult
And pack of the wolves
Feel lech for blood
Diamonds of their souls
Are scratched by knives of empty words,
False prophets, and cruel gods
Clouds of the crows flying
Over their heads
Staring at them with vulture sight
There is no sorrow in their eyes
Only thirst of cult
And pack of the wolves
Fell lech for blood
All crossroads were missed
And there is no shadow of doubt
Crowds of the damned
Follow their lord
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4. |
Born Under A Bad Sign
03:16
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Burn fast my chariot
Drawn by seven hungry redeyed wolves
Your guide is blinking
Your rein is cuting to the bones
Burn fast my chariot
Steep the darkness with my innate curse
But fear the deamons
Who whispering about control
Couse wolves will tear you flash
In any minuite
If they will feel the smell of doubt
Or drope of weakness
Race of endless night
withot the choise
withou the backout
And we will fall
Into the gulf
Or we will rise
Like firewing birds X2
Callosity is crust your palms
Like oat of mail
And old scars from rapacious teeth
Are mark your fails
Couse wolves will tear you flash
In any minuite
If they will feel the smell of doubt
Or drope of weakness
Race of endless night
Withot the choise
Withou the backout
And we will fall
Into the gulf
Or we will rise
Like firewing birds X2
Someone is always deep into this race
Someone is praying for the rain
They pray for the shrive rain
Hold the rein tight and search the lighthouse
In this lunacy
Until the forks of flame won't stope the agony of running wheels
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5. |
The Wake Of A Giant
03:45
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You own their hearts
Through days
Through years
Taste of doom
Spoils our faith
Complot of the liars
Still trying
To scare us
With our little shades
It`s time to wake
The giants
Of our hearts
Let him rise over this cell of the chaos
And maybe then we'll see the city of the sun
But we're believing
That there is no strength
In our arms
And we still need to hide
Under shields of selfish kings
It`s time to wake
The giants
Of our heart
Let him rise over this cell of the chaos
And maybe then we'll see the sun x2
Poison of doom has rotted our souls
And broke the core of every man
Pretenders come out of woodwork
To start the last eternal eclipse
Now.
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6. |
Black River
03:21
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This river moving me away
And i can't find something that I can snatch
I know it's not a time to pay
I know that is a chance to fly
Please take me far away
Somewhere were I can lose my pain
Until I lost my mind
We hold so many things so long
Dead weights draw us to our graves
I know it's not a time to fall
I know that is a chance for brave
Please take me far away
Somewhere were I can lose my pain
Somewhere were it will stop
Listen to the time
With every move of tiny hand
A little part of life turns into the sand
Black water now you are my judge
I want to hear my doom today
I know I lose my chance to fly
I know I take my chance for pain
I know it's not my grave
It's time to pay and i will pay
The debts until I can
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7. |
Sailor's Blessing
03:56
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He was the son of fallen god
Who didn't fall on knees
He saw the hell so many times
That in a heavens gates
He started to feel freeze
They all are nothing in this game
That we call our live
But he won't lose
Yeah! He will win
Hey! Hey! You, under.. You under sight of thunder!
No one will help you to stand up (Hey! Hey! Hey!)
No one will pray over you grave (No one will)
There's nothing to lose
But you have chanse to get
tomorrow
He spits on the immortall soul
Cause he burns down his own
And thousands sharp'n'poisend blaids
Whisper that he's alone
That he's alone.
You won't forget the wolf over the sea
No one will
They want even see you until
Someone feels the fangs in his neck
(Hey! Hey! Hey!)
No one will pray over you grave (No one will)
There's nothing to lose
But you have chanse to get
Tomorrow
Hey! Hey! You, under.. You under sight of thunder!
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8. |
Taste Of Hate
03:23
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Feel taste of hate!
Broken fists and bloody nose
All take's second billing
Now do you feel the pulse of anger
In your veins
And there is no turning back
And knot becoming tighter
And fire of pain flames gasoline of my revenge
Now do you see my bleeding smile?
I get so drunk with sense of absolute release
Now do you see my burning eyes?
There's no way out, the hardest step has already been made
Broken fists and bloody nose
I feel the taste of hazard
So are you ready to lose all to win this fight
And we walk this burning line
Now hear the laugh of demon
We place a bet all our strength on the dark horse
No do you see my bleeding smile?
I get so drunk with sense of absolute release
Now do you see my burning eyes?
There's no way out, the hardest step has already been made
Every time I walk the line
I get a charge of real life
Eye for an eye , hate against hate
You better know who hides inside
Now do you see my bleeding smile?
I get so drunk with sense of absolute release
Now do you see my burning eyes?
There's no way out, the hardest step has already been made
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9. |
Witch Hunt
03:02
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Altar is full, the thirst of circenses is
Satisfied, and air is permeate with scream
One life for all, one word for all
It is the rate for sins
For wolves in clothing of a sheep
She wants to bring a spark of light
Now she is a part of fire
Spirits of fire lick fetters
Of the brittle flash, and free the ghosts of innocents
For those who cares, for those who nauseate of this cult
Who see the bloody teeth of sheep
She wants to bring a spark of light
Now she is a part of fire
And it will never
Ends
And it
And it will never
...
Now she's in centre of round dance of a devil's flames
Under the hundreds` hungry sights
They need no light
Circesnses and bread are their aim
And now I can, see drops
Of her heart pain
So take my hand, In this unfair game
The flame can't burn the ones who already dead
Let our ashes drift here in the sky
Cause now we are the part of wind
Screams become louder
And the sky is dark and grey!
And It will never ends
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10. |
Circle Of Light
04:25
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The arrow of train pierces the sky
Leaving behind all worries and loads
But parting doesn't rankle my wandering soul
Cause I still remember your tender voice
The drops of sin are running through veins
And disputes with the god don't save my soul
But I absolved all his words
And drop on my knees
When he gave me you
The circle of light surround our hands
And beam of a sence fill the blank
i'll mark all my life into two words
the time after we met and time without you
The drops of sin are running through veins
And disputes with the god don't save my soul
But I absolved all his words
And drop on my knees
When he gave me you
And hardening of heart
Passed away
When I feel the warmth of your touch
And wild beast inside goes to sleep
When I’m looking into your eyes
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