Текст песни CANDLEMASS - The Dying Illusion
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Текст песни CANDLEMASS - The Dying Illusion
From the bottom of the pit of nightmares she will comeFrom the dungeons of insanity to haunt the wicked mindA crooked finger points, a spell is cast, words can killA weaver of the web of tears, a daughter of the darkOh, the moon is so coldSee the grace of her presence( )Giving you the poisoned apple, beauty or beastDancing naked in the rain with eyes that cannot seeCalling demons that have not spoken in a thousand yearsOld sad eyes of wisdom tell of dreams we can`t reachWhen the moon is so coldWhen the air breathes of evilAnd the black skies will burnSee her shadow is risingThe dying illusionThe loss of a friendThe dying illusionPlease come back again*Solo*The hideous smile of the Devil`s child will tease you t® believeA forbidding shape witch or virgin - over a sinister moonFatal grace that blinds and binds, assaults and astoundsFrom the cradle of eternity to the fears of modern manWhen the moon is so coldWhen the air breathes of evilAnd the black skies will burn