Luca Turilli - Rider of the astral fire
Tekst :
There between the eight suns
right before the system Hazor
shines the silent planet
Alkor Zephyr is its name
Surface made of magma
of wide oceans and volcanos
middle dusty regions where
no trace of life is found
From the space an ancient secret,
soon will mark this old world
In the southern region
live the people of Iraklia
descendants of peaceful
ancient dynasty of Lor
Between these a warrior
destined to become the victim
victim of a prophecy
now lost between the stars
He will be the astral rider
prophecy s new fighter
FROM THE DUST
OF A TIME NOW FORGOTTEN
IT WILL COME, THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS
AS THE LEGEND OF THE ANCIENTS
REVEALED WITH WORDS
IT WILL COMEFROM THE BLOODY DIMENSION
WHERE DEATH IS A PRESENT FROM GOD
HE LL FACE THE SACRIFIED ONE
THE RIDER WHO OWNS...
WHO OWNS THE ASTRAL FIRE!
Arkan is the name of thunder - prophecy s new fighter
FROM THE DUST
OF A TIME NOW FORGOTTEN
IT WILL COME, THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS
AS THE LEGEND OF THE ANCIENTS
REVEALED WITH WORDS
IT WILL COMEFROM THE BLOODY DIMENSION
WHERE DEATH IS A PRESENT FROM GOD
HE LL FACE THE SACRIFIED ONE
THE RIDER WHO OWNS...
WHO OWNS THE ASTRAL FIRE!
Inne utwory
Timeless oceans Aenigma War of the universe Black realms majesty Throne of ice Lord of the winter snow The age of mystic ice Demonheart To magic horizons Prophet of the last eclipse Princess Aurora Where heroes lie Losowe utwory
Powiem tak - ten track po zakrętach
Centralnie walnie w oponenta
Generalnie nikt nie pamięta
O elementach, to elementarz, yo
Oto Fo syn prezydenta
Depta ci po piętach flow rezydenta
Flow to potentat po procentach
I po skrętach na patentach
Bez elo absolwenta yo
Chłopcy i dziewczęta
Liryka wygięta, ktoś...
Dziś wieczorem tak bym chciał
Na chwilę uciec w sen
Pogasić światło wszystkich lamp
Pod ręką fotel miękki mieć
Na początek lubię wejść
Na palcach w drzemki świat
Gdzie wszystko tak znajome jest
Że nie wiem, czy na pewno śnię
Ref.
Leniwym snom zaufam, co trwają parę chwil
Leniwe sny, znów dobrze będę śnił
Leniwe sny nie przyjdą do mnie, chcę...
Eternal life runs so slow
while you play your lamentation show
eternal kisses are cold
why do you think they are beautiful?
Let the candles burn
And the stakes go through the soul
not all vampires suck blood
not all of them...
Paint the streets in white
death is the standard breach for a complex prize
I think its sweet of you and your parents are proud
but I would expect it from anyone now to protect life s indigenous sound...
Worship, play, play
Worship, play, play
Worship, play,...
Choking on the thought of leaving,
Drinking to keep from sobbing
4pm, 4 dollar pints - SFO - the time and price.
With all my happiness aborted, the PA painfully starts boarding
I sink deep - 30 thousand feet into my window seat - electric...