Текст песни Cemetery of scream - Cult
Cemetery of scream - Cult слова песни
One day I saw a fearin the eyes of the clowndancing in the middle of my dreamselling prescribed griefthe short cut of knifethat forbade to breathethe caravans of lifeThe marriage of nothingnessand greyness was joy with shortbursts of laugh dyingon the lips of mourness thosetrying not to avoidthe path leading tothe unstoppable will of surviveA god`s cold facestone that marksmiles of our lifeFragile like withered leaves overgrown with the moss they are trying to imitate a divine ship a velvet hulk that is struggling against the wind and being torn by desires of astorm I saw the face of god so crumpled like a sheet wich remainds me of the night awake