Текст песни Carved in Stone - Scar Symmetry
                                                You′re 
                                                never 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                you're 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                own
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                cannot 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                Although 
                                                you 
                                                face 
                                                the 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                things 
                                                you 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                filtered 
                                                through 
                                                belief 
                                                so 
                                                strong
 
                                    
                                
                                                Passed 
                                                on 
                                                through 
                                                DNA 
                                                and 
                                                society
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                never 
                                                believe 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                veil
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                saw 
                                                just 
                                                came 
                                                from 
                                                my 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                illusion 
                                                is 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                swarming 
                                                pattern 
                                                of 
                                                frequencies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                what 
                                                this 
                                                would 
                                                be?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Without 
                                                the 
                                                decoders 
                                                called 
                                                the 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bent 
                                                into 
                                                shape 
                                                as 
                                                thoughts 
                                                define 
                                                what 
                                                you 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                Losing 
                                                its 
                                                true 
                                                form 
                                                to 
                                                human 
                                                misery
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wait; 
                                                resist 
                                                the 
                                                ones 
                                                who 
                                                feed 
                                                upon 
                                                your 
                                                sorrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Those 
                                                who 
                                                whisper 
                                                lies 
                                                to 
                                                bring 
                                                the 
                                                veil 
                                                in 
                                                sight
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fate 
                                                is 
                                                not 
                                                the 
                                                guilt 
                                                and 
                                                failures 
                                                of 
                                                tomorrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fixed 
                                                and 
                                                carved 
                                                in 
                                                stone,
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                    s 
                                                nothing 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                kind
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Solo: 
                                                J. 
                                                Kjellgren)
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                cannot 
                                                really 
                                                see 
                                                me 
                                                in 
                                                this 
                                                earthly 
                                                dome
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                avoid 
                                                judging 
                                                me, 
                                                stay 
                                                silent
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keep 
                                                in 
                                                mind 
                                                that 
                                                all 
                                                is 
                                                veiled
 
                                    
                                
                                                Only 
                                                fragments 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                change 
                                                has 
                                                begun
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Solo: 
                                                P. 
                                                Nilsson)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Came 
                                                from 
                                                my 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                illusion 
                                                is 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                swarming 
                                                pattern 
                                                of 
                                                frequencies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                what 
                                                this 
                                                would 
                                                be?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Without 
                                                the 
                                                decoders 
                                                called 
                                                the 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bent 
                                                into 
                                                shape 
                                                as 
                                                thoughts 
                                                define 
                                                what 
                                                you 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                Losing 
                                                its 
                                                true 
                                                form 
                                                to 
                                                human 
                                                misery
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wait; 
                                                resist 
                                                the 
                                                ones 
                                                who 
                                                feed 
                                                upon 
                                                your 
                                                sorrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Those 
                                                who 
                                                whisper 
                                                lies 
                                                to 
                                                bring 
                                                the 
                                                veil 
                                                in 
                                                sight
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fate 
                                                is 
                                                not 
                                                the 
                                                guilt 
                                                and 
                                                failures 
                                                of 
                                                tomorrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fixed 
                                                and 
                                                carved 
                                                in 
                                                stone,
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                    s 
                                                nothing 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                kind
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Intro - Live 2005
2 Blood of Kingu - Live 2005
3 Uthark Runa - Live 2005
4 Seven Secrets of the Sphinx - Live 2005
5 Asgard - Live 2005
6 Son of the Sun - Live 2005
7 The Illusionist
8 Invocation of Naamah - Live 2005
9 Typhon - Live 2005
10 Draconian Trilogy - Live 2005
11 Dreaming 24/7
12 Flesh of the Gods - Live 2005
13 Schwarzalbenheim - Live 2005
14 Ginnungagap - Live 2005
15 Carved in Stone
16 Intro
17 Wild Hunt - Live 2005
18 The Invincible - Live 2005
19 Melez - Live 2005
20 Rise of Sodom and Gomorrah - Live 2005
21 Siren Of The Woods - Live 2005
22 Quetzalcoatl - Live 2005
23 Wine of Aluqah - Live 2005
24 Cults of the Shadow - Live 2005
25 To Mega Therion - Live 2005
26 Iron Fist
27 The Blood of Kingu
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