È Âíîâü Ïðîäîëæàåòñÿ Áîé!

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Çðÿ Âû Ýòî Âñå

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Undying

As the minutes are chanting the end. My fingers crossed, I say I want to leave by now. . Is there anyone down here. Blurry light, please catch my hand.

Çîîïàðê

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Underworld

[Lyrics/Forte - Music/Forte]. . Like the serpent crawling in filth. Murdering yourselves, feeded by spit. A darkened candle you have lit. . Why all these sad smiles look so fake ?.

Çäðàâñòâóé, ÷åðíûé Ïîíåäåëüíèê

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The Stringless Violin

Now the time has come to face, my untold fears. Every waking hour, drained me through the years. So that I'm not one with myself my strength, my gift.

Çäîðîâî È Âå÷íî

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Çàáîòà Ó Íàñ Òàêàÿ

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The Mirror Stage

[Lyrics/Bedos - Music/Forte]. . [Verse]. What is that shape in front of me. Spying through the looking glass ?. This figure is haunting me,. Aping my every gestures,.

Çàãîâîð

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The Inner Road

Red clouds always surrender to the nightfall.. But still there is a million ants,. swarning on the ground.. Spirits will come in a blurred shape. I just have to wait, it's a matter of time..

The Fifh Anakh

Immortal. Ten centuries since I'm resting with shadows. Can you feel me rise. . I am the darkness. I am the vampire. I am the neverending flame. . Impeding death.

Ãðÿçíûé Áèíò È Îêíî Çà Îêíîì

Àðìàãåääîí Ïîïñ

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The Darkitecht

Standing at the edge of life, questioning the moon,. Riding some black unicorns, shadows will come soon. What will be my face tomorrow,. Will I crawl on sand?.

Terror Jungle

Such a silence mother nature,. The way you lie in wait for your prey,. Lianas interwine around the skin,. Beautiful sorceress disguised in green. . Wide bows hide more than just the sun.

Äæà Íà Íàøåé Ñòîðîíå

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Seven Lands Of Sin

Golden Tears. Form from my eyes,. The blast of sand on my face. Marks the beginning of my punishment.. But now it is too late to regret.. Wandering the labyrinth of tears.

Åùå Íåìíîãî

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