Тексты песен CEMETARY OF SCREAM

Elegy of silent windows of wind in the boughs of the trees of the plain of lights wrapped up in a grief The crest of roof broken'n'left walls overgrown of grass'n'wine white shrub

Where is my real imaginary world? Empty spaces of the sunset spaces of the lost hopes of the deprived of feelings faces The laughing devil is disappearin' in the clouds of smoke spiderweb life i

And when sky will burn by fire of purple and the earth will tremble under my feet I won't tell anything I will fly high driven on the angel winds or I will fall straight to the dark abyss

Image like fast spliced line Covered by the rough knots just like the bark covered by the brown knags. In the middle of the dead world left ship stands With droped sails without the crew. In the mi

The rows of the even planted old trees standing like the aged monuments of tradition passed on of the eternal rule of light immortal stigma and the chains for brain The fall is painting the trees in

He was passing my world Whistlin' the melody In the simple suit with hands in his pockets Dirty pieces of paper Was floatin' in the air And he was marchin' Over'n'over again.

I know the pain of insane which comes to my soul I see the streets drowned in rain the melody of sad Flag is tremblin' in my hands I'm beatin' out the paintings in rock the picture of

Road made of crosses Way to the eternity Symbol of the death So ironic But adored by the living ones Crying their tears Prying over Over the cold stone. Here is the darkness Just the panic of the w

The blue eyes full of hues and sunshine the sad mouth full of longin'n'desires the puppets of the characters took out of fables they are making endless seas The eye, nothing but a soulless

Dust particles of th eempty words like left wings of the unvisible birds flowers the storm of the words'n'feelings h's like wind frail and brittle stalks-it's time to pass and die

The lovers of night in the fadded mouths brought the message of the hopeless solitude silent nature in the possessed dance bowed trees seem to pay the homage humiliation'n'death the gods of

Fragments of Leopold Staff's poem

In the empty room The stifling air daub closed inside four walls. Liein' on my bed I can see the stains Over dirty floor The passion' of creating heaven In the middle of the rotten swamp.

know that someday as the light Blur on my soul will switch off. You'll never know how much does your Gaze means for me Touch of your hand. The whisper of the heart Passing moments when I Felt

Everything remained for behind me the longing in a middle of rapacious world Your whisper and your touch I will never forget I cannot hear a music Empty'n'dead on the sockle of silence I