1. |
Cirque De Nuit
04:14
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My foot stuck in the mud
A splinter stuck in my head
A carnival undead
The lights turn on and off
The rides start to turn
And soon I was lost
Black and red hallways
Violent laughter in my ears
A shadow disappears
Knocked down by my own step
Helped up by strays
Then the voices say
Come close to me
Come closer here
And you will see what lies within
This blackened path that calls your name
Oh you will see
You are trapped here
Theres no escape
might aswell enjoy your stay
I'm on my way to bring you joy to set you free
Oh you will see
The sensation of a home
The smell of a tomb
But it feels like a womb
A little fight was all I got
Now I'm lying in the mud
My hands grab my throat
A thought keeps growing in my head
It started growing on me
My true self escaped the dead
It lurked around my mind
The first guests have arrived
To my surprise they hear me call
Whos the one playing games after all
This is my rise though it is my fall
I wish you'd knew this all is you
Would it be better or worse
You wont stop lying to youself
This is my reality
Do I see a little tear in your eye
Do you dare to frown do you dare to cry
This is a happy place don't forget
Or I'll be angry and you'll be dead
Come close to me
Come closer here
And you will see what lies within
This blackened path that calls your name
Oh you will see
You are trapped here
Theres no escape
might aswell enjoy your stay
I'm on my way to bring you death to make you cry
Oh you will die
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2. |
Gargoyles
03:52
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In this beasty cold i am the one to sit
on this top of the roof i am the one to spit
a heart of stone pumps oil through my vains
condemned to wait a hundred years to come to live
people rushing by as i spew water to the sky
and in the night i am the one to cry
you never sensed my tears for it was just water falling by
the night is coming near to come to life
i'm free for satans sake now
this night i am awake
you better be home in time
when we gargoyles come to life
and my stomach is rumbling
like a rockfall coming
the silence is broken
at night
its time to roam this hateful streets to-night
this must be what a birth feels like
no mercy for the moving ones for they had no faith in us
no mercy for the sleeping no mercy for the tired
all those years have shaped our hate
a hundred candles blown out at once
blood to be shed as we dance our dance
youre gonna drop dead as we come to life
you all are dead now
but my desire is all too strong
where are my creators
where are the ones that came
to life
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3. |
Stolen By The Night
03:08
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On a sunny summer day
the clouds were passing dark
She stares into the clear blue sky
as rain covers her face
A crippling fear runs up her spine
and exploded in her head
She tries to scream she tries to run
unable to change pace
Stolen by the night
Never seen the light
So cold
Abandoned
Here she comes
You drop dead
She was
Stolen by the night
Never seen the light
Tragedy
upon her
The sad look
The cold stare
Still breathing still feeling love
the stings cut it off
With teeth so sharp and eyes so dark
and oh her skin so soft
Lips to kiss her face a bliss
you fall for her darkness turns to beauty
The ocean of darkness in her eyes
looks at you in sorrow
Her mind is numb
Her eyes so dull
The transformation was complete
He laughs she stares
He shouts she flares
A slave serving the dark
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4. |
Hurricane
03:16
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Wherever you went, wherever you lay,
Whenever these feelings returned and remained for a while,
Our leaching bond enthraled, enchained your mind.
When we lie on the street in the middle of the night,
When we stare another time into the empty sky,
When you look into my eyes and i'm not sure if you're alright,
No word could break this holy silence somewhere in my mind.
And I wanna say sorry and I wanna admit,
That I'm failing and failing, like Sisyphos did,
To treat you right, to handle this kind
Of foredoomed affinity, which means the world in my life.
You compared me to the wind, but maybe I'm a hurricane,
As harsh as only the highest mountains could ever be.
And I just hope you won't loose grip some day,
Just because I'm not strong enough to walk away.
Wherever I go, wherever I lie,
Whenever a part of my soul touches the stars in the sky,
An inspiring bond enthrals, enchains my mind.
When we meet in the obscurity, there at the spirit's place,
When you try to take pictures you imagined with my silhouette.
When we loose ourselves in the beauty of the night,
I know I couldn't let go, I know I would never succeed.
And I wanna say sorry and I wanna admit,
That I'm failing and failing, like Sisyphos did,
To treat you right, to handle this kind
Of foredoomed affinity, which means the world in my life.
You compared me to the wind, but maybe I'm a hurricane,
As harsh as only the highest mountains could ever be.
And I just hope you won't loose grip some day,
Just because I'm not strong enough to walk away.
Another slight mistake, your anger made me cry.
Shards and blood, you disappeared and this night
my lyrics were written, so told me a stranger,
But it took its time to write this down.
And it happened nearby the spirits and graves,
That I found some phrases for this apology.
And I just hope that this wasn't a sign,
That our friendship's indeed doomed to die.
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5. |
Mr Underworld
04:33
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let's meet at jimmie's bar
i wear my pitchblack dress and a cigarette
the hour‘s late and trouble seems far
the last whiskey trickles down into your head
my car awaits in the pouring rain
so lets hurry and come on
a night of pleasure and pain
but the pain won't last that long
you look so pretty here in hell
with those torn out eyebrows
i like your extraordinary smell
and your pestilential bubos
come take a look in the mirror
and se what you've become
a new mister underworld
a dead without a tomb
down here in heaven
tonight this motel room
will be our sanctuary
i'll teach you how to bloom
i will show you how to decay
so down and drink this wine
as we both soon will sink to sleep
a scratchy feeling
and a vicious dark believe
you look so pretty here in hell
with those torn out eyebrows
i like your extraordinary smell
and your pestilential bubos
come take a look in the mirror
and se what you've become
a new mister underworld
a dead without a tomb
down here in heaven
one night in heaven
alive in hell
thats what I want
and you as well
so down and drink
this body and blood
let mercy come
devour us all
your lips turn blue
my hands turn red
and the last drop of my poison
trickels down your head
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6. |
Rewind The Tape
02:44
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Now that the two-faced guy is gone,
Broken inside and burned out, alone,
Left behind at a place that I used to know.
A place for the cursed,
A place for the damned.
Let my fucked up mind
Welcome insanity and the old fears.
A place for the cursed,
A place for the damned.
Let my fucked up mind
Rot once again here in hell.
How I cried and how I begged
So I won't suffer so much pain,
But like I never played a role,
Just refused to raise his hands.
How I cried and how I begged
So I won't suffer so much pain.
The devil himself in front of me,
My cold-hearted enemy.
And like the tape was just rewinded,
And though some years were passing by,
The old demons came back
To haunt me 'til I die.
...
His words took me my return ticket to hell.
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