Текст песни Misanthrope - Crisis Of Soul
Misanthrope - Crisis Of Soul слова песни
Les crises de l`meCrisis of soulSuccumbing to the eternal grief of sorrowMangle my plaintive criesWith shattered tormentsI shan`t modify your life`s faithBanish our endless sadnessCombustion`s drying tearsOh God, please try to help meMy soul is lost... disaggregateCrisis of soulWeakness of the braveIn a mortal silenceI emerge beyond my inner mirrorIn a pure wounded harmonyDeath keeps shelter over meMy blind eyes recognizeThe sweetness of the sun lightOnly one hope remainsIn sickness to welcome youCrisis of soulThe all lost souls` dayIn a mortal silenceI emerge beyond my inner mirrorIn a pure wounded harmonyDeath keeps shelter over meCrisis of soulWould-be hypochondreCrisis of soulInfinite tragedyCrisis of soulWould-be hypochondreCrisis of soulAbsolute mockeryLes crises de l`meHour of vengeanceArrives on humanity`s reignBeneath the lying down corpsesI`m walking on the asphalt-vicotory`s streetsMy wish is to liveIn this dream which evades me... intoxicateBut my heart is bleedingFor those comrades who died for our causeLes crises de l`meDead star Misanthrope, wandering and dispossed of everything