Текст песни Horizon 8 - These Grey Ornaments Of Your Apocalypse
Poisonous dust
Draws on wet glass
Grey ornaments
They are transforming to
A dreadful picture
of an apocalypse
Of your apocalypse
And I see
Terrible grimaces of lords
of destruction
Agony of creatures
Burning in the crimson flame
That is the future
I do not want my own dreams
To become the reality
Cause all this simply seems to me
I can’t predict what waits for us tomorrow
But I want you to understand
I can’t predict what waits for us tomorrow
I can’t be silent when I see another’s pain
Everything passed
And the picture of reality is destroyed
And I see
Lifeless desert
and the black line of horizon
One more step
One more sigh
One more chance
to try to rethink all
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