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Black Winter Day
This is how the lucky feel
How the blessed think
Like daybreak in spring
The sun on a spring morning

Like the flat brink of a cloud
Like a dark night in autumn

But how do I feel
In my gloomy depths?

A black winter day
No, darker than that
Gloomier than an autumn night




U podrumu je čuvao
Njega dječaka
Batinom ga ljubio,
A otrovom ga liječio

Debeli mu zidovi
Od oka sunce sakrili,
A prozore je sanjao
I noktima ih crtao

I kaže...
Hej tata, oprosti mi
Što izgledam kao pas
Hej tata, želiš li
Da sjednem na tvoj znak?

U podrumu je čuvao
Izgubljeno sjeme
Jezik mu zazidao
Zaustavio vrijeme

Debeli mu zidovi
Od oka sunce sakrili,
A prozore je sanjao
I noktima ih crtao

I kaže...
Hej tata, oprosti mi
Što izgledam kao pas
Hej tata, želiš li
Da sjednem na tvoj znak?








JUTRA
Rijeci: Kristian M.
Muzika: Kristian M./Danijel Damjanovic

Ostajem sam
I skrivam glavu da ne cujem tvoj glas
I gradim hramove u mislima
Za bogove koje ne poznajem

Moje su ruke umorne
Moje se ruke više ne mole
Moje su ruke dignute u zrak

Ostajem sam i sklapam oci
Da tebe ne vidim
I cekam nekoga da mi pokaže,
Da mi svjedoci i da vjeruje

Moje su ruke umorne
Moje se ruke više ne mole
Moje su ruke dignute u zrak

Jutra koja nisam vidio
Jutra koja sam izgubio
Vrijeme mijenja se
A vjetar ostaje
Jedini moj vjeran prijatelj

Ja želim letjeti
I zoru gledati sa oblaka
Ja želim plesati
S vjetrom u mojim rukama

Jer su moja krila slomljena
Jer su moja jutra umorna
A vrijeme budenja tek dolazi

Jutra koja nisam vidio
Jutra koja sam izgubio
Vrijeme mijenja se
A vjetar ostaje
Jedini moj vjeran prijatelj






'Tis the Dead Ye Shall Dread



Tis the dead ye shall dread

Unholy darkness taketh thy head

Countless skeleton hordes do his bidding

None among the living shall be spared

Bodies of the fallen writhing with decay

Enemies of Zoldon retreat in dismay

Ye servants of Zoldon harbour the remorse

Purging shall take their course

Behold the dead approach, ye shall be warned no further

Dread fills the hearts of the righteous

The forms beckon the unholiness

The hand of death shall be laid upon the living

Grim ressurections commence

The hand of death shall be laid upon the living

In the book of the deceased it is written

Zoldon, lord of metal and the underworld

A SIMPLE MISTAKE

think for yourself you know what you need in this life
see for yourself and feel your soul come alive tonight
here in the moment we share, trembling between the worlds we stare
out at starlight enshrined, veiled like diamonds in..

...time can be the answer, take a chance, lose it all
it's a simple mistake to make to create love and to fall
so rise and be your master you don't need to be a slave
of memory ensnared in a web, in a cage

i have found my way to fly free from the constraints of time
i have soared through the sky seen life far below in mind
breathed in truth, love, serene, sailed on OCEANS OF BELIEF
searched and found life inside, we're not just a moment in time...

....can be the answer, take a chance lose it all
it's a simple mistake to make to create love and to fall
so rise and be your master you don't need to be a slave
of memory ensnared in a web, in a cage