1. |
Serbian's gate
04:39
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His car is crossing the street
Will I be able to pull the trigger
Sarajevo feels the heat
From its crooked roads, word's growing bigger
My anger knows no defeat
Starting with a tear, ending with sniggers
Slain that bastard heir
Not his country to rule
My hate, to be fair,
The things that makes me drool
Kill that heretic
And murder all his fate
Get my nemesis
Out of the Serbian's gates
I feel nothing but his rage
I don't understand when they're screaming "peace"
My conscience is trapped in a cage
The key I need is guarded by a beast
Domination's on one page
The other side will bring war the the east
Slain that bastard heir
Not his country to rule
My hate, to be fair,
The things that makes me drool
Kill that heretic
And murder all his fate
Get my nemesis
Out of the Serbian's gates
Don't say I did it
I just bring peace through the sharp of my hate
Don't say I brought it
War was yet to come I was used as a bait
Slain that bastard heir
Not his country to rule
My hate, to be fair,
The things that makes me drool
Kill that heretic
And murder all his fate
Get my nemesis
Out of the Serbian's gates
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2. |
The messenger
04:35
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Facing the waves of my skin
I barely see what's in front of me
Dark emotions living within
Leading my steps faster that it should be
I'm just the messenger for your threat, led by all the fear that never forget
A messenger before the dawn that I will announce as I come
Fear, dread, that I'm way too young to have to deal with
Panicked, scared, we're all in this war as frightened Smiths
I am just The messenger
Back in England it was a fearless time
With no feelings but courage and pride
Lying 'bout my age, signing for crime
Anthropophobia as my youth has died
I'm just the messenger of your army, bringing the death that you will marry
A messenger to rise the living, among the dead, dying of grieving
Fear, dread, that I'm way too young to have to deal with
Panicked, scared, we're all in this war as frightened Smiths
I am just The messenger
Messenger of the dead
Messenger for the dead
Afraid, worried about feelings I'm trying to hide| Anxious, nervous, running by the trenches they dug to die
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3. |
Letters to C
04:38
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Love I left behind
Forgeting words that make me blind
Desires, desires, the only things to see
Desires perspires on words I write to C
Bent over your neck, feeling your fragrance
Paper's got a fleck, made by my impatience
Dreaming of your hair, maddened by your bloom
You've got to be there, I've just smelled your perfume
A letter to C, sunshine that pierces the cloud
Her smile for me the guidance, the only joy that has been allowed
Love I left behind
Forgeting words that make me blind
Desires, desires, the only things to see
Desires perspires on words I write to C
Stuck here in the mud, no time to think of you
I write my words in blood, cannot see what is new
There's no holes in the plot, my love is here to stay
When others drink a lot and flirt their pain away
A letter to C, sunshine that pierces the cloud
Her smile for me the guidance, the only joy that has been allowed
Your innocence has blinded my eyes they say
You're like the wind that pushes the clouds away
Your chest that lifts to catch my breath away
My needs of you, wills I cannot delay
Your scent on me is my love on display
You're like the sun, warming souls by your rays
I just think of our time, lying against your breast
Your hand is holding mine, as I write above this mess
I think I can't erase the eyesore that I see
There's nothing to embrace, but my letters to C
A letter to C, sunshine that pierces the cloud
Her smile for me the guidance, the only joy that has been allowed
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4. |
Ladies' path
03:32
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Fuck this war, the days I've lost in the mud
Burn the flag, I want to break my vow
Eat your stars, take them where you will be jugded
Fucking coward, I will end this war now
Come again, let's see the man you will be
Fuck your pride, don't want to rule the old world
Three years now, cannot live another three
Lady's Path, will be the place to be heard
Cease fire
We're dying for you
The weak, the squaddy
We want this to end
The cheap and shoddy
There will be a strike
Of weak and squaddy
I want your uniform to be
Cheap and shoddy
Silently, they sharpen their knives
Quietly, their anger will be damned
Painfully, praying for brightest times
For the peace, cut a finger from my hand
This has to end, we wont stand up the next time
This has to stop, blow your whistle for nothing
Take our guns, you're commiting a crime
Hear the scream, your war is so disgusting
Cease fire
We're dying for you
The weak, the squaddy
We want this to end
The cheap and shoddy
There will be a strike
Of weak and squaddy
I want your uniform to be
Cheap and shoddy
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5. |
Возле окна
05:25
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Three years of war have passed, Nikolaj
Three years singing this bitter lullaby
But now it's time
To reverse the sway
To see through the eyes of the men whose tears trickle
To set up a new day
To make it all red with hammer and sickle
By the window I see
Many dead bodies who cries for your words
By the window I see
Somehow my tears will grow and flood the old world
I walk in the street, crying, Nikolaj
I follow a man whose youngest has just died
Why are you mad at us Nikolaj
I was so tired but I now change my side
By the window I see
Many dead bodies who cries for your words
By the window I see
Somehow my tears will grow and flood the old world
By the window I see
Ideals and dreams for whom I wanna fight
By the window I see
A man is speaking and people sit tight
By the window I see
Your head is on a spike across the street
By the window I see
Your war is now the strike I lead on my feet
By the window I see
Red flags on the wall, war bags on the road
By the window I see
A smile on his face like a wave, like an ode
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He was my brother in arms
The one I could die for
I was a slave of his charms
Now he's gone, my heart is sore
They took him with no fight
They came out, bloodthirsty
I see him out of mercy
For my life, there's no delight
Retaliation
My sadness is my only
Retaliation
That I cry or live no longer matters
My tears are flooding the trench
No dead can save me now
Although we have killed these French
There's no rest for my sorrow
Retaliation
My sadness is my only
Retaliation
That I cry or live no longer matters
No matter how much I blink
I keep my tears for him
But now, I will let them sink
My demons know how to swim
My depressed sadness
Mourning days and nights of blackness
Retaliation
My sadness is my only
Retaliation
That I cry or live no longer matters
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7. |
The guardians
04:33
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Tears for men, blood on our cheek
Do the job as the prior
No bullet, only death to confront me
Let the priest rejoys the weak
Let us warm up his fire
We will stand alone for the country
Silent slaves
We do our chores without a tears
We are the guardians of the soil
We are the prey of the recoil
Of men the border
Of child the soldier
We are the reason that they serve
Without a gun we use our nerves
Of men the warder
Of child the boarder
Every day working the dirt
Waiting for news that we fear
No men around us, only boldness
Around us everything's hurt
We're the last standing here
Soldiers kill themselves for our coldness
Handmaidens
Help the country no to collapse
We are the guardians of the soil
We are the prey of the recoil
Of men the border
Of child the soldier
We are the reason that they serve
Without a gun we use our nerves
Of men the warder
Of child the boarder
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8. |
Smiling from across
04:33
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Stuck in the trenches that cross my country
I spend my first month between mud and agony
Nothing to warm up my heart and my thoughts
On this christmas night a smile from across
Joy to the world
Glorious dispatch arrived
For what I served
A smile from a german guy
These boys are the beast as my old man said
But for what it's worth I see their blood is red
When they get out of their trenches with a ball
We play and our goal is not just raising walls
The lord is come
Let us all playing our bliss
Countries we're from
They cannot fill the abyss
But they cannot have my joy
They cannot have my pride
They cannot have the time I spent to decide
Hands to their hands
Switch off the fire
Don't understand | Why they kill desire
But they cannot have my joy
They cannot have my pride
They cannot have the time I spent to decide
Deciding my choice
Let my soul to shine
And let me decide how this war curves my line
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9. |
Verdun
09:46
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A mountainous salient that takes the place of a wall
Where fortifications are barring the hill
A city bathed by a river deemed impassable
Where young soldier were forced to drill
Europe collapses around an Austrian she has never seen
My life is lost around the bell that sound the knell
The bullets fuse, the helmets growl and we die in between
Climbing that hill, the name of Douaumont doesn't ring a bell
But as I walk up
My heart has speed up
The noise has grown up
The reaper
My fire
Fix your bayonet
Reach out the subject
Protect the realm with the strengh of your head
Explosives has been set
Exhausted but no defect
Protect the trench, "Arise the dead"
Arise the dead
Come to me, I can see
You came to me, my empress
Come to me, Now I can flee
You came to me, lady of death
Emotionnal impress
Now I can't see, now I can't flee
Now I'll doom my life for you
Exhaustion we knew
The reaper
My fire
Fix your bayonet
Reach out the subject
Protect the realm with the strengh of your head
Explosives has been set
Exhausted but no defect
Protect the trench, "Arise the dead"
What doesn't kill you
Makes you wish you were dead
What doesn't destroy you
Leaves you broken instead
Dead, dead, dead
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10. |
While he sleeps
05:38
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While he sleeps on this plain, the ground continues to shine
Eyes are closed, storm are dozed, battles don't care for divine sign
While he sleeps, smile on his face, his mother prepares the things to come
Uniform, dashing and numb, there was no terror to be done
Golden hair like the wheats
White and fresh complexion
Sleep well
The grass is a perfect mattress to rest
Lean boy
The blue of your shirt will echo the one from the sky
Sleep well
Reach the warm you get against you mum's breast
Smile boy
Your dreams are reliable, the best way not to cry
While he sleeps on this field, the war will silent his rage
Moved by his loosening, he has dropped his guns, his cage
While he sleeps, shiny skin dressed, his father prepares his return
His cap sunk on his head, he seems ready to wake up, without concern
His hand, half-naked, half-gloved
His life, half-hated, half-loved
Sleep well
The grass is a perfect mattress to rest
Lean boy
The blue of your shirt will echo the one from the sky
Sleep well
Reach the warm you get against you mum's breast
Smile boy
Your dreams are reliable, the best way not to cry
How long the boy could wait
Smiling in devil's land
His officer is late
To wake him up, do what is planned
How long will this war last ?
How many sleeping boys
He sleeps his everlast
Blood drop falling for only noise
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Dusk Of Delusion Nancy, France
Dusk of Delusion is a French Modern Metal band established in September 2016. Born from its members will to make a strong, live-proof and melodic music, DoD intends to hit french & foreign stages to deliver its uncompromising energy to all of you. Dusk of Delusion is an explosive mix of energy and musicianship dedicated to modern Metal. ... more
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