Тексты песен SIRRAH

I have come here in order to hate Destroy Plunder and murder To make a sacrifice to fight for lost Purity That is my burden To achieve success it takes the death Of several thousand people Or even mo

Memories alive in shame Through my sadness Sun shines cold Now and here I want to fade Thoughts, my feelings, tears Try to change the world As the worst become reality Falsehood in your speech To liv

Break now through your deepest fear And reward will be most disastrous awe I eclipsed the sun and blind birds Feel down to the ground like lead I'll take all the human joy Serve in submission..

Feel... Now I'm crossing through A sea of icy tearful juice Last this trip to land of rest And sorrows of the past Drifting on the bitter seas Yet she sees the blood red sky I'm beneath flo

I wait for energy and donor But there's not much time to wait I lose my contact with reality I can't recognize my face Can't tell my eyes, my lips, my hair I don't remember any friends Oh, why nobody

I rip from the sheets of my bed The stories of defeats I tear them away From the smiling throat that bleeds One motion of my hand and tenderness is leaving And you wait patiently till it stops beating

Most of connections are achieved automatically Bolide with the mental propulsion Jumps into the past in the changeless cycle Targets found in random choice but not this time To extend the structure

So cold but shining Shaed hard machine Reaction out of reach Thei're laid to sleep And rust for years Horizon leads their trip Now construction dies For the things time can't deny Chrome F

Inside a cage of my own ribs All the breaths are caught in their trap Gloom flows still from interstice and blinds me coats my eyes I climb the spokes Of cold slippery ladder To reach the triumph at

Father of our guilt I rejoice at golden heavens Bird's eye view to earth All is mine today There's no word like hope As the sun is hidden by the mist Now the fortune's turning Mix you

Whore is the goddess tonight Anal religion and pissing sacrament art Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!... Your body is your bread Breasts will give the milk no more but they you to live on Grow them

(Slave To Her Lair) Rainy mood haunts our minds looking through the agony Depression brought by the darkest times When hope is hard to feel Tell me the truth of heart that throbs in you The rains the

All the undertaken tasks Trying hard with the help Of the most secret cermos, Solemn oaths and promised contracts To bring order,