Texty:
Rotting Christ A Dead Poem

Texty

Rotting Christ. A Dead Poem. Rotting Christ. Dead Poem.
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up like this First passion Now is lost A dramatic dead story I killed all I have My sadness is Translated into madness I spell meaningless words A poem

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Texty

Rotting Christ. A Dead Poem. Rotting Christ. Dead Poem.
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up like this First passion Now is lost A dramatic dead story I killed all I have My sadness is Translated into madness I spell meaningless words A poem

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Texty

Rotting Christ. A Dead Poem. A Sorrowfull Farewell. Rotting Christ. Dead Poem. Sorrowfull Sbohem.
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: Counting the time Waiting for the crime The loss of innocence A faint reminiscence I`m in the twilight Surrounded by the night The memories have been

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Texty

Rotting Christ. A Dead Poem. Out of Spirit. Rotting Christ. Dead Poem. Z Ducha.
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: Great dilemma Detestable thoughts Non-existing facts Ans it`s the grief that accompanies you Life and death are struggling The outcome is wavering

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Texty

Rotting Christ. A Dead Poem. A Dead Poem. Rotting Christ. Dead Poem. Dead Poem.
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end up like this First passion Now is lost A dramatic dead story I killed all I have My sadness is Translated into madness I spell meaningless words A poem

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Texty

Rotting Christ. A Dead Poem. Full Colour is the Night. Rotting Christ. Dead Poem. Barva je plná noci.
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: Shall I tell you the legend? About a garden wearing is black I`ll tell you about the whispers The dark eyes of night Moonlight is the brightness Before

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Texty

Rotting Christ. A Dead Poem. As If by Magic. Rotting Christ. Dead Poem. Jako zázrakem.
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: The night absorbs reality And relases fantasy It tickles my vanity And throws me into ecstasy The abbys of illusion Reveals a fairy land I am in confusion

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Texty

Rotting Christ. A Dead Poem. Semigod. Rotting Christ. Dead Poem. Semigod.
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: Open me a gate Throught the red sky Give me the power of two lions The eye of the falcon Your blood in my veins What destiny will follow Under your

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Texty

Rotting Christ. A Dead Poem. Ira Incensus. Rotting Christ. Dead Poem. Ira Incensus.
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: Let the silence talk Let my fire walk The path of despair Confess your sins if you dare I play with fear Guilt is coming near Challenge me But don

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Texty

Rotting Christ. A Dead Poem. Between Times. Rotting Christ. Dead Poem. Mezi časy.
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: The drums of time I have stopped The ecstatic quietude Sucks up every fear And every desire Illusions of the moment Featureless figures Intensified