Текст песни Horizon 8 - These grey ornaments of your apocalypse
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Текст песни Horizon 8 - These grey ornaments of your apocalypse
Poisonous dustDraws on wet glassGrey ornamentsThey are transforming toA dreadful pictureof an apocalypseOf your apocalypse( )And I seeTerrible grimaces of lordsof destructionAgony of creaturesBurning in the crimson flameThat is the futureI do not want my own dreamsTo become the realityCause all this simply seems to meI can’t predict what waits for us tomorrowBut I want you to understandI can’t predict what waits for us tomorrowI can’t be silent when I see another’s painEverything passedAnd the picture of reality is destroyedAnd I seeLifeless desertand the black line of horizonOne more stepOne more sighOne more chanceto try to rethink all