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A Shot of Purity
04:12
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As the dawn of the day is crawling up the hills,
it`s the time to leave for my secret hall of dreams,
a hidden place, where the evil got a name –
it`s underneath your yards and under your skin
In these hours of the heart the beast is not far,
I`m waiting behind every single scar –
that was done to you by the stinging pain
as these lovers kept you parading […]
Tick tock, tick tock – can`t your hear the clock?!
From forgotten realms to modern times,
as you all dressed up for this little game of lies
and the fear in your eyes as you realized
that my kiss starts something never ending
Close your eyes and say goodbye
from the daylight and the bright (and) shining sky
your wounds will heal and the blood will dry
as your thirst for life is soon awaking
Tick tock, tick tock – can`t your hear the clock?!
As the dawn of the day is crawling up the hills,
it`s the time to leave for our secret hall of dreams,
a hidden place, where the evil got a name –
it`s underneath their yards and under their skin
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Blood Poetry
06:29
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Morpheus' children drifting through space and time
without hope,without direction on their way
tasted one too many times of these flowers of night
everything turned into a dark black and gray
Everyone wants his little piece of history
a voice banned on tape, three words cut into wood
hunted by the reaper`s shadow through time
searching for their personal meaning of life
Let me take your hands for a little try, a little time
forget these lies you've been told while you were young [...]
you're life, I'm death [...], start circling round and round,
this energy makes us visible as one [...]
Round and round the wheel keeps turning [...]
fate, fortune [...] life - something to believe
a warm and hooded place for one night
heading to a light in distance through life [...]
Babylon is build up again by human hands
and the angel of death started his nighttime-walk again
screaming silent and painful at the doors
tasting the bittersweet smell of blood on his hands [...] falling, screaming , [...] die !!!
Chorus:
Mile for mile and hour for hour
with the grinning skull in the back
blood poetry for something to believe
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