Moonspell - At tragic heights

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And the first went, and poured upon the earth; and there fell
A grievous sore upon the men which had the mark of the beast

And the second angel poured out the vial upon the sea;
And it became as the blood of a dead man;
And every living soul died in the sea.

And the fourth angel poured out his vial upon the sun;
And power was given unto him to scorch men with fire

And the seventh angel pured out his vial into the air;
And there came a great voice
Out the temple of heaven, from the throne, saying: It is done
(Book Of Revelation #16, John)

At tragic heights
A failure pure
Surrender to nothing
But the truth
Fall now – endlessly
Into the ashes
And dare to know

At tragic heights
She hangs from the sky
A requiem played
In a broken heart

At tragic days
The height of truth
Trust no one but your own blood
Shade now – eternally into the hearts
And dare to be cruel

At tragic heights
She hangs from the sky
A requiem played
In a broken heart

At stars unborn
All has begun
At the shadow sun
Delirium

At tragic heights
She hangs from the sky
A requiem played
In a broken heart
In a rotten heart

Inne utwory

  • Blood tells
  • Firewalking
  • Soulsick
  • First light
  • The hanged man
  • A walk on the darkside
  • Wolfshade
  • Heartshaped abyss
  • Trebraruna
  • Hangmadegod
  • Butterfly FX
  • Love crimes
  • Raven claws
  • A hell of place
  • Mute
  • Subversion
  • As we eternally sleep on it
  • Losowe utwory

    Rampage

    Slow down baby uhh
    Slow down baby uhh
    You can get rugged, though, hard like P
    Trying to play my man but you couldn t touch me
    You faggot to comp rapper on a quest
    You get your head flown, boy you must be smokin...

    Scared to live

    Walk into the lightning of a midnight bulletin
    Our brave new world sits smiling with egg on its chin
    And love gets so lazy, love gets so slow
    We stopped making love in the hours of daylight too many moons ago

    But now...

    K.I.M.

    [Redman]
    Nah nah, check this out, yo
    I grab my dick, spit, hit the blinkers, split
    the Dutch Coronas, tokin irons without permits
    Repetoire long-faced murderer s the shit
    Black Bruce Willis mix tape arsonist
    Esquire, for hire, with total rapid fire
    Supplier...

    Wiadomka

    Pełno nas w szedzie w każdym momęcie,
    nigdzie nie spojrzysz jesteśmy my.
    Na każdym ekranie czas nagle stanie,
    zostanie napis Hop Kids.
    To jest nasza kraina dla wolności,
    nasza kraina dla radości,
    nasza kraina dla gości.
    Takich jak ty Hop-Hids

    ref:
    Świat oszalał nie ma złudzeń,
    nasze życie to...

    Stop and say you love me

    Hey listen, because I ll only say this once
    do you think that you could lose yourself in me?
    I could say I want to die by your side one day
    but I could never speak the words
    because they haven t wrote the words that mean enough to me...