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Satyricon - Phoenix Satyricon - Phoenix |
*** Autor textu: Satyricon *** Autor hudby: Satyricon | Into the night
My long suffering friend
We'll be reborn again
Right here where everything ends
Face to the sky
A trail of smoke in the air
Pass into emptiness
New life's awaiting you there
Slave to some wretched old imagination of yesteryear
All that grows in the skulls of the living are flowers of fear
The morning red
A sun god calling you back
Down through a thousand years
White embers whistle and crack
Await the dawn with her kiss of redemption, my firebird!
You were the queen of the souls of men before there was the word
The morning new
The morning red
The fiery promise
Mad swirling smoke
Wheels round her head
Dedication to the queen of souls,
Her lost disciples
And when the fire's work is done
Our time to be reborn
By pagan streams
A wind whips the leaves from the trees
And it is revealed to us
That we are dreams within dreams
Born from some wretched old imagination of yesteryear
Now all that grows in the skulls of the living are flowers of fear
The morning new
The morning red
The fiery promise
Mad swirling smoke
Wheels round her head
Dedication to the queen of souls,
Her lost disciples
And when the fire's work is done
Our time to be reborn
The morning new
The morning red
The fiery promise
Mad swirling smoke
Wheels round her head
Dedication to the queen of souls,
Her lost disciples
And when the fire's work is done
The phoenix now reborn |
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