Тексты песен HOLY MOSES

Waahhhhhaaaa sofort About a world so brave and wise - The rising sun sublime After years back from the war - a new age of time But they haven`t learned a thing - the cold war`s going on It`s an old

1) High Ragid Features And fust a shask The politicians worst nightmare No talking speaches, but talking was Def Con II, but don't despalz We got the weapons, we got the buts And there are sate

Ignorant I took my key - open that green iron doooooaaarr Look around where is that dog - close the door nothing than sorrow What kind of royal court - I want to safe my holy princeeeeessssss Here I

Break 2x Waiting for the bestial death - in that bloody slaughterhouse Bull`s approaching feel his breath - blood`s streaming out his mouth Break 4x ran Rough he takes me to the rack - his battle

A mummified voice behind the veil A distant sound that still reminds me Of churchbells mourning my success I want to leave this world behind me Feeling lonely and confused I am losing my grip on real

Lead solo: Hermann 1) Humanity is under siege And we don't stand a chance An entity untouched By love, hate of pain Brave new world Cold and clear 2) Miles away you feel it's pulse You don&

1) Running past the gurning ears Everyone is crazy Crying of a new born child Whose mother has been crushed Suffocating clouds of smoke Over smoldering remains Blackening the blood red sky Looking li

Watching myself I slowly die When I try to burn my pain Slowly tearing me apart Nothing creeps down the path My fire slowly dies When the eternal echoes cry Wisdom of the mortal soul Behind the open w

A blinding flash of light A cry of pain and agony People search for medicine No sense in moving underground Bodies burn and turn to ash There's no cure to ease the pain Shining bright for all to

Everything is proceeding nicely The fools don't realize what they're working on They don't see my potential The Potential for unprecedented destructive power It's first glimpse S

1) He's got blood shot eyes Skin like wax He's malding them like clay Twisting their souls Aimed and giting deep Voracious Fragile minds He rips them apart He faints their conscience We are