Текст песни Idols of Chagrin - Celtic Frost
What
kind
of
race,
lack
of
direction
Just
how
lunatic,
to
have
a
nature
so
deceit
Bewail
my
reverie,
a
gambol
untried
Lure
of
carnality
and
silence
in
forfeit
Animals,
enslaved
to
pearls
of
fictionalized
worth
Creatures,
born
from
caves
into
simulated
mirth
I'm
talking,
Idols
of
Chagrin
Born
of
posession,
complacement
in
disguise
Craving
and
candid,
as
to
defy
the
character's
fall
The
kisses
you
drain,
pedestrian
pedigree
What's
thought
is
pain
might
be
desire
after
all
1 Idols of Chagrin
2 A Descent to Babylon (Babylon Asleep)
3 Return to the Eve
4 Juices Like Wine
5 The Inevitable Factor
6 The Heart Beneath
7 Cherry Orchards
8 Tristesses de la Lune
9 Wings of Solitude
10 The Usurper
11 Journey into Fear
12 Downtown Hanoi
13 Circle of the Tyrants
14 In the Chapel In the Moonlight
15 I Won't Dance (The Elder's Orient) [Radio Edit]
16 The Name of My Bride
17 Mexican Radio (1991 Studio Jam)
18 Under Apollyon's Sun
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