Mythopoeia - Alms | Текст песни

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Ice in your eyes, flame in my heart...alms of our loneliness! Forgotten!
If you have, have a soul...mistaken soul
You donít cover a grief...hateful grief
Above my invisible dream...most beautiful dream

A curtain turns up...over the heads of sillers
unselfish respect...and opera begins

A conductor raises the baton...psalm of fate was completed
prudent delusion...from veil of experience

Elicting sensual strike...penetrating sound
false note...settlement with death
death!

If you donít recognize mind...outspoken mind
You donít see the truth...mendacious truth

Above my solitary scream...blind scream
The black clouds, darkness of heart, lighning from clean sky
Desperate alms, mirrors of the past, part from symbolic trust
The eternal fame, suffering of innocence, voluntary departure from life

The moment of succes...on the edge of my loyalty
infinite applause...flowers fall on platform

The last bow...neverending symphony of silence
if you feel the touch...unrealy touch

You donít know emptiness...immortal emptiness
over my merciless inhumanity...dauntless inhumanity

My hate...My trust...My spirit of the God
My pain...My grief...My lies of your horror
My dream...My soul...My shadow on the wall
My anger...My pleasure...My lock on your treasure

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