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Asgaard - 4. Love... Blood... & Eternity lyrics
Sadness of Stony Angel
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 [ Do góry ]
 The Way of The Secret Rapture
 The blackness of the Night profund
 dyed with o colour of flower
 The flowers of love, desire and fulfillment...
 Why do they call my felling a sin?!
 Why do they call my sin infernal love ?!
 Love... another empty word,
 the brat of human mind.
 Those cannot love whose bodies
 are torn by jealous looks of slaves.
 The streams of blasphemous blood head towards divine eternity;
 Pitful howl of wolves in the silent Night...
 This is a name of love
 The blasphemous eternal beauty,
 My lonesome song,
 The essence of my life,
 The passionate truth sprinkled with cursed blood, my blood
 The blood of Fallen Angel.
 [ Do góry ]
 Mon Ange
 Somewhere... in time and out of time
 In love to hatred, in hatred to love
 I was born
 And I hung between heaven and earth,
 beetwen beauty and banality,
 beetwen enchantment and a culmination of life.
 My sisters - stars - endow heaven with beauty
 twinkling seducively with their horrified eyes;
 Yet they can't love so much & hate that much
 With one breath of solitary lust
 This one breath obscures their gleam
 so much unstable...
 And I rise over the peaks
 to extoll your beauty of virigin
 which with its grandeurAsgaard - 4. Love... Blood... & Eternity - http://motolyrics.com/asgaard/4-love-blood-and-eternity-lyrics.html
 sadden the prodigious angels...
 I hate all that lasts only a while.
 love...
 life...
 the shine of wretched stars.
 In a downpour of love at Your gate
 of passion I stand.
 You're my heart!!! A pearl in the
 Universe of stone...
 Love me forever !!!
 Every single moment I dream about
 our extasy...
 In the time...
 and out of time...
 In the time...
 and out of time...
 [ Do góry ]
 Love... Blood... & Eternity
 Passion... some secret force
 a scream or horro like a wild flower
 in a hoodwinked Devil's hand...
 The breath of wind chasing o being of
 original love, of original faith
 in the immortality of human soul and its infiteness.
 Passion... the last proof of the truth
 in the hand of an imprisoned man.
 Just only a while...
 the last breath...
 I've heard!
 The heavently moan groans with the echo of delighted hearts,
 the nocturnal suffering tornished with disappointed madmans blood
 Then there was only silence...
 ...and sadness of the stony faith pierced with the TREASON dagger
 and only the time did stop for a while, a little stupefied and dumbly
 ravished
 blew
 another
 candle...








