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Epitaph

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Metal

Skladba Epitaph vyšla 1. ledna 2002 Rivel Records na albu Negative B

Podrobnosti o skladbě

AlbumNegative B

Datum vydání1. ledna 2002

ŠtítekRivel Records

JazykEnglish

Melodičnost

Akustičnost

Valence

Tanečnost

Energie

BPM101

PŘEHLED

TEXTY

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Sanctifica

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Sanctifica

Composer

Texty

Await my breath

The colours blend to extract

Nutrition

From black and white

And off we go

Into the colour saturated part of you

Count me in

The fraud you're planning

Now the peasant lies still

For he knows the lot

Knows why and when and whom to blame

Set the controls for pleasant dreams

Speak the liars tongue

To wake the ancient gods

Set the controls for higher grounds

Trust me to fetter my thoughts

Count me in

That epitaph

Met my eye through the wilderness

Now the crescent lies still

For it covers the lot

Sweet saturation

When colours leave no space to fill

I dare you, count me in

Count me in the fraud you're planning

That epitaph

Met my eye through the wilderness

As a monument of that fraud

Colours leave the spaces in shades of grey

And those salty tastes

That labels the dissidents

Morning mist

One freezing night awaits your death

Salty taste

Lures that child to lick

That child lies still for it knows the lot

Final solution for the colourless

And I'm off

I'll count you all in

That epitaph

One freezing night awaits your death

Colours spawned by dust

Recall the saltier taste of hate

Written by: Sanctifica

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