could something like this Have happened in a place like this? A new day is here But there's a trace of yesterday There's a trace of yesterday Red wine
a sense of waste, don't know how this can be... The silence that envelops me, whispers something, subtly Exhale and change the atmosphere They've left a trace
Превод: Опчинити. Трагови.
Bethor - My dreams thou infest, thy magick enchants my blade, my sword from the black meteor at the drakest hour of night. Take my gifts! Bethor - Demon
Block, & Mark Johnson) why are you coming so close? you might erase the line which no one crosses aren't you afraid you'll disappear without a trace
Retaliatory silhouettes in apocalyptic lands Nomadic by the second, but I can't let this stress get the best of me Though it test me on a daily basis And traces
by the lyre of the muse With the enchantment of obscurity Like delicate snowflakes Melting upon flesh These fragile memories Are dissolved by consciousness (And yet traces
around us There´s no escape that I can see And still those little things remain That bring me happiness or pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
bound us are still around us There's no escape that I can see And still those little things remain That bring me happiness or pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
and take a contact with your inner fears You will find a well of gloominess and humble damp Make yourself a trace on walk, the power of become The enchantment
With your colored pencil Tracing the years of my hunger like a Plastic stencil I'm still enchanted You're still implanted in me I'm still enchanted
the glare of the stars dilute. Exposed to the frost of the icy winds my bittered soul still rejoys. As the howl of the wind enchants me more than the
A cigarette that bears a lipsticks' traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you
qui demain prpare pour nos guitares d'autres harmonies S'lve l'esprance dans le silence soudain de la nuit Et les matins qui chantent d j enchantent
qui demain prepare pour nos guitares d'autres harmonies S'eleve l'esperance dans le silence soudain de la nuit Et les matins qui chantent de ja enchantent
paradise, wicked to those of the light, yet home to fallen angels forgotten and lost in an empire of nothingness, and without a trace of their kind
Dark and forgotten the times of these writings Timeless stones shape the walls of this site Arcane and powerful symbols traced on them May the moon lead
A cigarette that bears a lipsticks' traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A
