paroles de chanson Burning Seas - Distorted Force

Clarity is a child of this hour
Blossome on, chained by grief
Wipe your cold dimension
You feel you ll fall like autumn leaf

You obscure morphs that time fades
Your vortex and your wounds collapse
A scorn is walking your insides
An elder breeze will grapes your wrath

The wind of grinded fear blows
What if you re clad? You turn windswept
Your eyelids close, you re vanquished
Brand of all that lift your stand

Dreams spawn divine razors
Vastly fields, they re frail like glass
Will declare your carvings
Splintered roses slit your past

Sunken white lanes still conflicts to your empathy
Megrim's now filling the palette of ecstasy
Disgraced by laughs and sounds that build the western cores
Sardonic glances combine you to fetid flocks

Quelled and traceless steels bares relics
Swoop them and turn them to emblems
Scent of septic impaled carrions
Swore full odes to dead inferiors

Squandered flesh, lugubrious stupor
Clasp demise, despondent forlorn
Now nocturnal serene repent
The foreboding never fettered

Empyrean grandeur delusion your entity
Immune he fled to the dirge of his burning sea
Lacing with silence restraining this rhapsody
Fraground will spill him for all rest eternity

Εις θηρίων κόκκινον και επιγεγραμμένον εις αυτού ονόματα βλασφημίας, είδων καθήμενη πόρνη μεγίστη
Ένηθε την πόθησαν οι βασιλείς της γης, μεθυόμενοι κατοικούντες τη γη, μαστίζοντας εκ του οίνου της πορνείας αυτής

Segrecate savages condemned into colonies
Absorbing plump of hate, emulate stale bland seeds
Modified to a way they re devoid from their needs
Scruffy but plain in a route of intensity

They have no power to struggle and compensate
Prevented, roasted, an extract they isolate
This rise will be a grip to break filthed pantheon
Flaming reflection, saluting a defiled world

They will stem back
Doped rage won't show ruth
Plugged into rush
Revenge for dark past

Mainstream displaced
Scarleting your grey
Amount of prime
Voices shall combine

The chrome of blast
Will enlight blood lust
Mortemous chase
Will weave a reaped race

Domain depraved
Will perish in flames
Freedom's fountain
Is strive beyond pain

Reverse of life will create a context of bliss
Anthems of sinister dogmas will spew you grief
Preaching world peace at the time their hands are bloodstained
Blindfolded people as their knowledge is restrained

These loons must be hanged or sink deep in some lakebed
Altar where parasites can't run and transmigrate
Gloom will no long be preventing the macabre truth
The apocalypse's four whores will be harked back to youth