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What kind of race, lack of direction
Just how lunatic, to have a nature so deceit Bewail my reverie, a gambol untried Lure of carnality and silence in forfeit Animals, enslaved to pearls of fictionalized worth Creatures, born from caves into simulated mirth I'm talking, Idols of Chagrin Born of posession, complacement in disguise Craving and candid, as to defy the character's fall The kisses you drain, pedestrian pedigree What's thought is pain might be desire after all |
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| 2. |
| 4:25 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:06 |
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Dreaming eyes
Hope to return As shadows fall onto Distorted paths Delivered from the fetters of light Drifting back into my reality The subconscious deprecates the day In the twilight of my own intellect Dull is my mind Captive of illusion Remaining awake Is just dust Take my soul away into the dark Dreaming a thousand morbid dreams No tomorrow when the wind caresses my mind Could I ever return, it would be my doom Obsessed by the nightmare's sound Drifting back into realms of chaos Reality has become my dream I'll be covered by the abyss' ground An endless fall Memories in the light Frontiers of chaos Return to the eve |
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| 4:14 |
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Thirst and desire, to rule the light
For crossing heavens, a futile fight Bound to storm, our minds wave Fervent to sail in deserts of mist Juices like wine, like the blood in the sands Juices like wine Born of earth, we strive for skies Obsessed with lies, in arms of sleep Earning dreams, we blind our eyes Challenging secrets, ancient the cries Juices like wine, like the blood in the sands Juices like wine |
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| 4:38 |
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| 6. |
| 3:48 |
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Heaven carries not
What the soul would reap Growth of deception Lined between the weeps A thousand lusts luring in the heart A desire in our sleep Nemesis A million lies striving to be shared Escaping mindless leapsereos An afterthought formed First among fallen idols Of the pandemonial storm The heart beneath, the desire to die Scepters of Scarlet, the eternal lie Tormented eyes, perceiving relief The shadow's light won't disappear The mist reveals the shades of grief The heart beneath, inside my fear |
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| 4:02 |
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Dancing violet dreams.
Joining nights of satin fame. Acting jewel games. All forgiven, you streak my heart. More than pleasure in ice cold flames. Crying soft, as love flies tame. Swelling tears in diaries of lies. Fading lights, as songs die quiet. Bleeding sweet for dying blind. Masking fears of silent decline. Cherry Orchards. Ginger looks upon pain. Cherry Orchards. August fades like tears in vain. Winter's final shine. Dressing gold, one last time. Seep from lace. Roses for an unborn face. Cherry Orchards. Ginger looks upon pain. Cherry Orchards. August fades like tears in vain. |
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| 3:00 |
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| 9. |
| 4:35 |
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| 10. |
| 3:26 |
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Lend me your steel-bearing hand
So I may reign the Jewel Throne My soul feels the gods' demand As the lost kings uphold my side Blood and sand Mark their way The usurper's tears Guide my sword Fantasia slept in my thoughts As I was a son of infinity The emperor, forgotten, rests in my dreams As, back to the wall, I start the conquest Innocence and wrath Now lie far beyond As we cross the deserts To reach the fortress gates Tragical serenades Are whispered in the wind As eyes in fury Grant us our strength (They're) throning on the dignity of might But the successor is to enter the hall False truth saw them climbing the steps But I remain the Jewel Throne's choice |
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| 3:53 |
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| 12. |
| 4:12 |
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Four arc lights. Moving stealth.
Two ride up north. Into the barrel fear. Desire to share. My valiant care. Downtown Hanoi. We are drowning in purple wine. Standing as one, as one we line. Gold and light did stop their dance. A fever obscene, a wicked romance. I'm tasting sweat on my tongue. Fane of wicked green. Faith to the heart. Passion and death. Downtown's breath. |
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| 4:37 |
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After the battle is over
And the sands drunken the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion The immortality of the gods Sits at their side As they leave the walls behind To reach the jewel's gleam The days have come When the steel will rule And upon his head A crown of gold Your hand wields the might The tyrant's the precursor You carry the will As the morning is near I sing the ballads Of victory and defeat I hear the tales Of frozen mystery The new kingdoms rise By the circle of the tyrants In the land of darkness The warrior, that was me Grotesque glory None will ever see them fall And hunts and war Are like everlasting shadows Where the winds cannot reach The tyrant's might was born And often I look back With tears in my eyes Grotesque glory None will ever see them fall And hunts and wars Are like everlasting shadows |
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| 2:04 |
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How I'd love to hear the organ
In the chapel in the moonlight While we're strolling down the aisle Where roses entwine How I'd love to hear you whisper In the chapel in the moonlight That the lovelight in your eyes Forever will shine Till the roses turn to ashes Till the organ turns to rust If you never come I'll still be there Till the moonlight turns to dust How I'd love to hear the choir In the chapel in the moonlight As they sing "Oh Promise Me" Forever be mine |
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| 3:50 |
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| 16. |
| 4:31 |
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Burning in a hell made of my own
Looking for the you I once knew Your love is hanging over me Like a big black cloud of misery Oh mother I beg of you to set me free Now, like the tempting snake of old She has seduced my very soul She took my rib she stole my heart And hid it in her bosom's warmth Oh mother hallowed be thy name For u give birth to us in pain Maybe I'm Adam with a paradise lost Or maybe I'm Abel, maybe I'm not But as sure as hell I know that I'll be chain Wasting love and my life again Oh woman of sorrow, you guide me on into caverns, where I do not belong Out of your womb, onto the earth Oh mother of my life, please give me birth Oh mother of pain, please let me go For you must reap what you have sown Oh mother, my mother yes I know The name of my bride is sorrow |
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| 3:23 |
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Mexican Radio
written by Wall of Voodoo, from their album Call of the West I feel a hot wind on my shoulder And the touch of a world that is older I turn the switch and check the number I leave it on when in bed I slumber I hear the rhythms of the music I buy the product but never use it I hear the talking of the DJ Can't understand - just what does he say? I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio (Radio DJ speaking in Spanish) I dial it in and tune the station They talk about the U.S. inflation I understand just a little No comprende - it's a riddle I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio (Radio DJ speaking in Spanish) I wish I was in Tijuana - Eating barbecued iguana I'd take requests on the telephone I'm on a wavelength far from home I feel the hot wind on my shoulder I dial it in from south of the border I hear the talking of the DJ - Can't understand - just what does he say? I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio Radio, Radio Radio, Radio Radio, Radio Radio, Radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio ... Radio Radio What does he say? Radio Radio Radio |
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| 18. |
| 5:38 |
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