Aion - The way

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Along the way marked with furrows, I go
Like convicts who went this way before
Sometimes I see...
Along the way marked with furrows, I go
Like convicts who went this way before
Sometimes I see their martyred souls
The path ends and there is nothing in here, nothing in here
Only ground that cries with their suffering
The path ends and there is nothing in here
Only ground that cries with their suffering
The path ends and there is nothing in here
Only ground that cries with their suffering
Seeking the answer in footprints, I go
They fulfilled their fate, innocent, thrilled
Sometimes I see their faces in a mist
This place and this land and either destiny
I touch the flames, I regret, I m sorry
This place and this land and either destiny
I touch the flames, I regret, I m sorry
This place and this land and either destiny
I touch the flames, I regret, I m sorry

Inne utwory

  • The anthem of victory
  • Bad place
  • The lord
  • The night
  • Unfulfilled hopes
  • Image
  • Bleeding heart
  • The black river
  • Killing time
  • Azure landscapes
  • Symbol
  • Craving
  • Land of dreams
  • As ice
  • Losowe utwory

    Home loan blues

    Just a man, good and sometimes bad
    But striving to do the best that I can
    Help a hand when the one close by you falls
    Understanding can do the rest and that ain’t all

    Hope I can please you but the truth isn’t easy...

    Blood red tears

    Lighten up, Give it up
    I see a chance to make it up
    There s a price for every day
    You ve just thrown away
    I am all I ever was
    Didn t change the way I was
    Get a grip, Button it

    Severed

    And we hide behind,
    Lies, anger, Hate they shoo love away,
    Build shells of ourselves outside,
    It shelters body from cold reigns of reality,

    Come on, Step out, of your rind, assemble strength, focus,

    Release and run to me you can never look...

    Tv radio

    You incomplete me, you tune me into
    Whitewash, spoon-fed, brain dead, sloth
    I’d watch the paint dry before giving in
    Black out, Stupor, inferior, insignificant
    False stars above keep us sedated
    Satellite, astronaut, Spaceship, the government
    I’m overdosing on reality
    Don’t stop the feed, no don’t touch the feed

    Van tango

    Van Tango had a mean old scene
    He worked night-shift at the Opera
    Watching the girls go by
    He s singled out tonight
    He s singled out every night

    Caretaker of the night - He s the King of the night

    Van...