an image of power and security Foundations crumble at the base Inner turmoil reflection read externally Veil of lies attempts to hide our face Descend
Превод: Круг прашине. Сићи.
as the holy union flexed. Then the people screamed and shouted, as the donut grew and spouted little bitty dust balls made of fire. And these soon enough descended
Well lately i've been anchored, Grinding nerves to dust by the hour, All my eyes see is dissaray, This crushing weight becomes me, It gathers on the surface
dark, where evil prevails anything, but the wheel of time turned to death, collapses all known aeons into dust. This the test - the circle of life -
Rhymes 'Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper I'm The Alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust Can
be, ohh, God Maybe, they will understand, he was never But will be too late, so die, forever Circling in the sky, the demons, now, descend To raise
't be, Oh god" Maybe they will understand he was never But will be too late, so die forever Circling in the sky the demons now descend To raise their
away towards Columbus Circle. Each time he dares to take a look, the wall has mov The wind is blowing harder now Blowing dust into my eyes The dust
the line, now you gotta pay the piper I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust Can't stop till
, did you hear the serpent's lament?? The dust impregnated into quiet wind, a smaze of enchanted evening where sunserves of Legba circle, prepare the
betray the horsemen and the horsemen betray their steeds The Bloodbow begins to discolour streams of urine begin to gush from the blackbending heavens and hells that have circled
Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust Can't stop
, oh God" Maybe they will understand he was never But will be too late, so die forever Circling in the sky the demons now descend To raise their slaughter
God", Maybe they will understand he was never, But will be too late, so die forever. Circling in the sky the demons now descend, To raise their slaughter
: [music & lyrics Thegn Damieus] Above swelling seas of blackness Dark crags tower in funeral silence Grim buzzards soar and circle As charnel beacons
