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Life for revenge!
I have survived for my iron will And for a reason I just can see Allthough I feel myself sad and ill Dark thoughts encourage me to get me free I need my life Just for revenge Its worth is only in the justice it makes Life to avenge Life to perform a fake In the dead shape I escape To fulfill my duty (To) fake my false friends To their end Damning my wife's beauty Changing my name I proclaim With a manifesto That from this time For good I'm Count of Montecristo Life which is doom Coming out the tomb Which has been fed With the obsession bread It's a rebirth To fulfill the vengeance before leaving the earth |
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Who in the night
With wet sight Doesn't think that it's rougher His hard life I mean strife Load that we suffer? Life Divine blow Life More than we know I feel immersed In the clockwork of the universe Deep metaphor In which I'm the very core But I realize With sunrise That are shades all my sorrows In this wheel I can feel There're much tomorrows Life It's what we're Life Valley of tears Like a gift One descends when you're lift It's like a whim of the eternity It's a kiss Within your bliss Has every color you see |
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| 6:46 |
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The empire beyond the seas
When sun does not decease Glory to my king Greatest is our land Honour and glory to my good king King of both the land and sea We wish may god save my king For ever I will be the prince From Uruguay to Philippines But my sigh of remorse Just prays god for peace and force Tears in my eyes never convince But more defy with weight of sins To reply to my pain With more punish once again But the pride To decide My people's fate Makes me fight For their right At any rate Because Spain is my kingdom Like a golden dream of greatness Our olden land will sing Songs of the glory Songs of our king O, Philip the Second By our lord enthroned With all power I can't fall lower It's the hour Death is around (The Prince is dead laying in his bed) Is this, Lord, my reward (Mourning and pain the king's insane) My places will be Escorial Built, in place esoterical The earth and heaven will be one Forgetting the loss of my son (Magia, suenos, son sus duenos, sombras, gritos en sus ritos) In my nightmares, I see a black dog Keeper of the hell's door Coming our from fog Whispers of the dream of Solomon (Rojas llamas, negras damas, duelo eterno, cielo, infierno) The horoscopes foretell Hanna be my Queen And from our love spell An heir's been foreseen Never dies The spirit of sacrifice Of my king who gives His life so that his dream lives For his land He makes what can't understand No one useless him God and him |
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Pure dark badness
A black cold sadness Falling into Hole of madness dying to Step into the city breaking out from silence Iron Gods Pouring flaming violence Sirens, don't stop crying Really crying loud Murder now Is allowed Hissing arrow Soaked in fire Wrapped in wire The souls cry From hell! Right from hell! Crazy driven horden of brothers Money given to slay others Richness striven between smothers Is paid in blood Keep on fighting no surrender Judgement coming no defender Just believing the pretender Evil rising into A spiral of madness For all will be sentenced And this way Justice will take vengeance Power does conspire Against innocence Wrapped in wire The souls cry |
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This is the story of more than a man
A notable gentleman (born in Bergerac) Who his life gave for impossible goals That both time and fortune stole In a soulless world Where all is such cold as false Where all has been whirled As if was a mad waltz I mean to be like The warm spirit of a song Noble and dreamlike Now and for so long In the battle and the poetry Brave and dashing I will be And when foes came ten to one Was a foul game and I won While I made rhymes with the wit sword And when love came light which glows Was my sad shame: heart or nose Nose she chose Falls the curtain Making certain I'm not shadow of my friend But the glory Wrote my story True love I'll defend To the end But the drama had Words behind good appearance His beauty was clad With my spirit and romance But the beauty died And soon the voice was got mute Letters dulcified Turn into spoilt fruit In my dreams and false illusions Sweetest lover I will be And when love came light which glows Was my sad shame: heart or nose Nose she chose I'm dying Death can't catch A sole thing, my penache! Now I see What my soul didn't Ideal true love, real would be If my eyes has been my heart My eyes show pain now I know he's free And he'll never be close to me Hero who romantically died Poet who made people sadly cry Your mind, can't find, can't find A strong bind, a sure bind Lover who can love with no reward Gentleman whom will sing all the bards Your mind, can find, can find A solid sign for world is not so blind |
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| 2:49 |
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| 4:53 |
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| 8:37 |
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Tells the legend, there's a magic place
That could nobody find its trace Land of darkness, land of forlorn songs Where all is mystic all along (The Traveller) Where I am? Lost in the stream Is it real or a dream? My stunned mind listens to a call Like a spirit into crystal ball But in depth, I see a gleam Fearful I'll follow the beam With the shadows I will brawl So I will arrive to the light hall Dark Moor, Dark Moor Welcome to the Dark Moor Dark Moor, Dark Moor Welcome to the Hall (Spirit of the Art) Who comes in the Hall of Olden Dreams? (The Traveller) I listen to a voice in my head (Spirit of the Art) Speak! And then I just could deem (The Traveller) I don't know why I am here (Spirit of the Art) I read in your fate (Choir) Choose your goodness! Choose your badness! (Spirit of the Art) You must cross the gate! (Devil of Greed) It is too late (The Traveller) Yes! I obey the command Find the gate in Shadowland If my destiny it wrote Only the trust wants it to denore Dark Moor, Dark Moor Welcome to the Dark Moor City of the dreams, where is its gateway? Dark Moor, Dark Moor Welcome to the Dark Moor Among gothic gargoyles always the Art stays Dark Moor, Dark Moor Welcome to the Dark Moor Sleeping in the darkness there's a light Dark Moor, Dark Moor Welcome to the Dark Moor Bathing like moon in the silent night (Choir) Care with the nice evil lies Because the greed never dies Care with the sweet false promise Which proclaims the paradise (Spirit of the Art) Don't listen to it's false word Moreover don't fight with it's bejewelled sword And ever don't play in its black rich board Remember (The Traveller) Who's there in the dark? (Devil of Greed) I'm who keeps the ark (The Traveller) Why do you talk me? (Devil of Greed) Your friend I could be (The Traveller) Why'll I trust in you? (Devil of Greed) It would be a good view (The Traveller) Move away! With your false hopes (Devil of Greed) Your illusions are your slope (The Traveller) You don't try to cross my way (Devil of Greed) Riches you can not slay (The Traveller) Perhaps I cannot win Nor a new world begin But now and ever in my heart the Art will be my sin Dark Moor, Dark Moor Welcome to the Dark Moor Sleeping in the darkness there's a light Dark Moor, Dark Moor Welcome to the Dark Moor Bathing like moon in the silent night (The Traveller) I can see In my soul The gate's before me Mystery's real My destiny (Devil of Greed) You won't free (The Traveller) Let me go (Devil of Greed) You can't flee! (The Traveller) No! I am falling slow (The Traveller) Then I crossed the Gates of Oblivion In the dark moor my spirit could fly I am glad about my decision As my word could always testify With the Muses I danced in the night Beneath the full Moon I felt the Spell And its poetry gave me its fine old bite And I could never say farewell And the music in my heart Filled my illusions with the Art And the angels showed me Which is the way of the stars (Choir) Like a dream immortal You crossed the dark Portal You will be blasphemer, deemer, dreamer This is the gift of the Gods Which for men will be odd This is the dream of the demons who envy it (The Traveller) Oh! In the end of time Muses teach me that I'm Who choose my truth forever Oh! Spirit of the Art If my soul must depart My mind will stay with you (Spirit of the Art) Poet of the dark glance In your eyes a romance With it I dance Musician of the dreams (The Traveller) My inspiration will be All the strength of my destiny I wake up and my throat screams Was it real or a dream But why's tears there in my eyes? |
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