Текст песни To Daimonion, Part I - Mayhem
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                circle 
                                                of 
                                                stars
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                afterglow 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                war
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                you 
                                                hear 
                                                the 
                                                voice?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nothing 
                                                but 
                                                demon 
                                                ashes 
                                                remained
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                lost 
                                                everything 
                                                you 
                                                believed
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                me 
                                                the 
                                                reconstructionist 
                                                the 
                                                voice
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                paranoia 
                                                of 
                                                rotting 
                                                drugs
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                Satan 
                                                himself?
 
                                    
                                
                                                One 
                                                star 
                                                left 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                rotting 
                                                ocean
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                scream 
                                                in 
                                                birth 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                river 
                                                left... 
                                                    a 
                                                river 
                                                of 
                                                blood
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                life... 
                                                    a 
                                                new
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                paranoia 
                                                of 
                                                rotting 
                                                drugs
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                could 
                                                be 
                                                Satan 
                                                himself?
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                feel 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                breeze
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sun 
                                                takes 
                                                control
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                nothing 
                                                here 
                                                remains
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                you 
                                                but 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                 
                            
                                Альбом
                                
Grand Declaration of War                                
                                
                            
                        1 Completion in Science of Agony, Part II
2 View From Nihil, Part I
3 Completion in Science of Agony, Part I
4 A Time to Die
5 Crystalized Pain in Deconstruction
6 View From Nihil, Part II
7 A Bloodsword and a Colder Sun, Part I
8 A Bloodsword and a Colder Sun, Part II
9 To Daimonion, Part I
10 To Daimonion, Part II
11 To Daimonion, Part III
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