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On Wonder Deer Path
04:10
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On wonder deer path
Come on...
For all ancient’s past, For the negative ones,
I walk on true path, on the wonder deer path
Imagine - two warriors in my mind,
Bloody hands - Bloody hands, arrows shooting.
Chase the sun - They chase the sun
which they have loved till now.
Waiting for - They’re waiting for the darkness to cover... everything... from the brave.
From the cradle... to the grave. Yeah!
For all ancient’s past, For the negative ones,
I walk on true path, on wonder deer path
They’re pouring ink onto the sky
to make all days vanish in it.
They’re hanging the sky on a line,
so they hide reality from people.
They’re riding in the rain or just playing in my brain,
They’re hunting in the rain or playing in my brain.
They’re teaching the pine trees to cry.
Nature does the hard work.
When the trees fall on their knees,
nailed belt will be the humility on their waist,
and the mercy will be soul-hunt,
and they will all go to you to cry.
Trees fall on their knees,
Nature does the heartwork.
For all ancient’s past, For the negative ones,
I walk on true path, on wonder deer path
On the wonder deer path
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Navel Of The World
05:05
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Navel Of The World
Navel of the World, I’m here in the graveyard of the barren Earth
I’ll be there in the world, on the last weed
on the decayed branch of the Earth, on its seamed forehead
I’ll be there in the air, in the whirling fog cloud,
In scummy seas and in the brown navel of the fuckin’ earth.
I am here again and I’m scratching my prayers
I am here again and I’m scratching my tears
I am here again and I’m scratching my prayers
Navel of the World, I’m here, graveyard of the barren Earth
I’ll be there in the mother who gives birth to her child,
I’ll be there in the father who looks upon his cross.
I’ll be there in the fear, in the death-rattle
I’ll be there in the battle where the blood is mood,
only nailed sigh is ours.
And I’m here again and I’m scratching my prayers
And I’m here again and I’m scratching my tears
And I’m here again and I’m scratching my prayers
Pray for the dead! You are my navel!
I’m here in the graveyard and I know!
Pray for the dead! You are my navel!
I’ll be there with you in death,
once I’ve found my place in this twisted world.
You nail horrible sigh on my lips
I was fighting and you don’t even bewail.
Pray for the dead! You are my navel!
Pray for the dead! You are my navel!
Cause I’m here again and I’m scratching my prayers
So I’m here again and I’m scratching my tears
And I’m here again and I’m scratching my prayers
Pray for the dead! You are my navel! Pray for the dead!
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Immigrant Days
06:17
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Immigrant Days
Never, never again, Outlaw days, same mistakes
Once they will visit you, slayer of humans - resurrected ghoul
Immigrant days - Fallen from grace
And they will visit you, Hung up on wire, on ruined walls
Through overseen borders, On a minefield, robot dance
Immigrant days - Fallen from grace
Vision from brand new force, Coming from Underworld…
You ’d like to re-write the past Your vices will lock you tight
You turn back to the new Call them leprous
Immigrant days - Fallen from grace
Vision from brand new force, Coming from Underworld…
Nevermore! Life won’t be a lie!
The Immigrant becomes a Messiah!
When the light toss you to the ground
There will be a reason for the doubt.
They willl come to you, Pour poison into their mouth
You’d thread them as a worm
They willl come to you, Who are sitting in tears
Who do not create aims, But til then recall your sins
among black tears
Vision from brand new force, Coming from Under World…
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Ezekiel 36:36
06:11
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Ezekiel 36:36
On the brink of the desert, in the middle of everything
Then the nations around you that remain will know that
I the LORD have rebuilt what was destroyed
and have replanted what was desolate.
I the LORD have spoken, and I will do it.
I see what I’ve always known:
we’ve got only one way
we take a new lease on life,
the machine rotates
Transformers are buzzing again
Here is the savior, here is your GOD!
Here is the Immaculate trust!
Here is the savior, here is your GOD!
Here is his manfaced son!
Who embraced me, when I was left, when I was toting my soul...
36 is our life! Our world is rotting, then sprouting again,
36 is our life! Our world is rotting, while we’re hiding
the corpse-noise into prayers
Scrolls are spreading again
I write down what I can’t see yet
the reborn world from one the world,
how water comes from the soil,
and what is no more,let it be again.
Here is the savior, here is your GOD!
Here is the Immaculate trust!
Here is the savior, here is your GOD!
Here is his manfaced son!
Who embraced me, when I was left, when I was toting my soul...
36 is our life! Our world is rotting, then sprouting again,
36 is our life! Our world is rotting, while we’re hiding
the corpse-noise into prayers, like an envelope
He folded wings on me and we’ve sailed away
shrunken to neutrons on the foams of our brains.
36 is our life! Who embraced me, when I was left,
when I was toting my soul..
36 is our life! Our world is rotting, then sprouting again,
36 is our life! Our world is rotting, while we’re hiding
the corpse-noise into prayers,
36 is our life!
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5. |
Swallow The Mars
01:02
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(Instrumental)
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6. |
Leper Island
05:14
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Leper Island
Rot on ten millions arms
They think there won’t be any changes,
We don’t wanna live in a Leper Island
Time passed above some things
The shape changed, the essence remained
As the squalor rot in itself, it will pull you down
Curse of the faint hearted destroy and execute
everyone again, everyone again
As you have confidence in the future makes you to bleed
A being is searching in the canal and rubbing his tired eyes
Where so many brother bled away
in a Leper Island
Root of the sin can survive on the last rock
He will pull you down and never let you go
The Prideful, to please his God
gives everything for the beggars’ impair
He will complain more - We will dream again
He will doubt more - We’ll believe again
He will fear more - We will hope again
We will grow more - He will roar again
The sin yields fruit too, It ramps deep, grown up on souls,
It’s everywhere where humans are. Destroy all!
Overcomes on power, pushes his deamons back
Not being repelled by his monstrosity
He saw himfelf in every poor man
Sharing his marriage bed with a leprous
He nailed up his own cross to others’ arm
King of the Leper Island is defeated
He’s roaring for mercy into the emptiness…
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Misanthrope Road
04:57
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Misanthrope Road
On the street of languid, Burning dreams
On the heart-shaped corridors, my fever is wondering
You are with me, in this empty house
You’re surrounded by my fade desire
I draw you to be by my side,
A dream is sparkling in my eyes
I long to be far from you, the night is falling on us
The ceiling is smoldering, I see the burning
The waving light in the house is burning into glass.
We dwell on the Worldhater Road, You can’t deny
The ceiling is smoldering, I see the burning
The waving light in the house is burning into glass.
I’m looking for myself broken in the embers
I’m melting into burned weed, black Decembers
On the street of languid, flaming dreams
On the heart-shaped corridors, my fever is wondering
We dwell on the Worldhater Road, You can’t deny
The ceiling is smoldering, I see the burning
The waving light in the house is burning into glass.
Tell me, where’s this hate from?
Which destroys street and folks?
That it’s over forever!
Tell me, where’s this hate from?
Which destroys streets and folks?
Today is the funeral of hate!
Let’s all say!
We’re singing the Worldhater Song, You can’t deny!
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Curse Of Ham
02:00
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(Instrumental)
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Human Skin
04:30
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Human Skin
This world is not my world, I keep longing for burn,
I’m chasing dreams on the tombs
Corpses on the bridges of souls
Alone with lust and I’m in nowhere-land
Wondering with wounded cells - All against all
Human skin – Thousands of pointless pain
Human skin - All are running from him - Human skin
Human skin - For some, I am a beast
This world is not my world
Waving my saber on earth
My arms and veins are crying
The answer is your skinflaying
Whose is the land I’m stepping on?
Why are the worms chewing on (my neck)?
Why am I looking for a picture?
Where your body could give an answer
Human skin - Thousands of pointless pain
Human skin - All are running from him - Human skin
Human skin - For some, I am a beast
They called me by lots of names
Thousands of pointless pain
My true nature is unknown for me
Everyone remembers me differently – All against all
Human skin - Thousands of pointless pain
Human skin - All are running from him - Human skin
Human skin - For some, I am a beast
For some, I am a beast
Who is dressed sometimes in other people’s skin
Who writes poems at night
For others, I am a bloody man
Human skin - Thousands of pointless pain
Human skin - All are running from him - Human skin
Human skin - For some, I am a beast
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Paenitentia
04:29
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Paenitentia
I push my hot face into mud, falling on my knees
on the sweating dust, I feel my own peace.
I feel the icey cold getting to my bones
through my course sheath gown. I’m lying on the ground.
Paenitentia
I’m tearing my flesh, and breaking my bones.
My hands and feet are covered with black blood.
My hot tears are falling. Blood flows to ground.
My soul’s silence is whispering...
Bitter tears are falling. Blood flows to ground.
My soul’s silence is whispering...
My lips and my soul is begging for your mercy.
I’m breaking in half in pain.This is my killing faith.
Miféle élet ez? Jámbor elfogadással várom
az élet kegyetlen sorscsapásait...
Lelkemet tálcán kínálom, Itt a nap éget és fakó a föld,
A felhőkből is csak üröm csorog,
Vétkeimért már sok az áldozat! Eleve!
Paenitentia
My hot tears are falling.Blood flows to ground.
My soul’s silence is whispering...
I have found God. Right where I left...
Bitter tears are falling, Blood flows to ground.
My soul’s silence is whispering...
I have found God. Right where I left Him.
Eleve!
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Majom A Ketrecben
(song and lyric by Akos (c)2002 ÁKOS / Falcon Media)
Van olyan, aki nyugodt, hallgatag
Jól kezelhető, néma rab
De akad olyan, aki megvadul
Ha börtönéből nem szabadul
Megy a műsor, Nézed az életem, Majom a ketrecben, Igen
Ráznám a rácsot, De nem merem, Majom a ketrecben
De nem szabadulhat, Börtönöm őre sem,
Majom a ketrecben
Szívem
Annyiszor vádolsz, hogy elhiszem, Majom a ketrecben
Döntened kell, mi a fontosabb
Megnyisd vagy őrizd önmagad
Csak félig él, aki nem szabad
A rabok szíve megszakad
Megy a műsor, Nézed az életem, Majom a ketrecben, Igen
Ráznám a rácsot, De nem merem, Majom a ketrecben
De nem szabadulhat, Börtönöm őre sem,
Majom a ketrecben
Szívem
Annyiszor vádolsz, hogy elhiszem, Majom a ketrecben
Csak bámul és etet, A könnyeken nevet
Ő arctalan lehet, Ő gyűlölve szeret
Annak akarsz látni, Ami nem vagyok. Majom a ketrecben, Igen
Ráznám a rácsot, De nem hagyod, Majom a ketrecben
De nem szabadulhat, Börtönöm őre sem, Majom a ketrecben
Szívem
Annyiszor vádolsz, Hogy elhiszem, Majom a ketrecben
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Nárciszkép
Fázik a lelkem, rettegek, Álmombَól erre ébredek,
Vérkِödbe festett hideg éjjelek Átkozott arcától félek
Fulladozَó sárga képek, üldِöznek engem a lények,
Nincs menedékem. Nekem
Nárciszkép – Szilánkok szerteszét,
Nárciszkép – Arcomat tépem szét - Nárciszkép,
Nárciszkép – Elképzelt ellenség
A bosszْú angyala vagyok, őriznek a csillagok,
Szeretet és balítélet, Kígyóznak bennem az ösvények,
Végtelen haragom erdő, üres térben egy tekergő, tükör,
Mely a vízben csodálja arcát, magára tükröződő formát
Nárciszkép – Szilánkok szerteszét,
Nárciszkép – Arcomat tépem szét - Nárciszkép,
Nárciszkép – Elképzelt ellenség
Ellopott szavak csendje,
kezemben dalol a penge,
koponyák a falon, ez a vakolat,
amit rakott e rْút gondolat.
Nincs menedékem. Nekem
Nárciszkép – Szilánkok szerteszét,
Nárciszkép – Arcomat tépem szét - Nárciszkép,
Nárciszkép – Elképzelt ellenség
Borostyán fut a nárciszok kِözt, rőtté karmolja a fény,
míg egy pohár vért iszom, valahol alakot adok - Neked én!
Nárciszkép – Szilánkok szerteszét,
Nárciszkép – Arcomat tépem szét - Nárciszkép,
Nárciszkép – Elképzelt ellenség
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The Morning Star Hungary
The Morning Star - formed in 2006. Our music was influenced by thrash, death and progressive metal, we try to create some
fresh and new approach.
Lineup:
Supa - Guitars, Spider- Bass,
Ropee - Drums,
Green - Vox,
Kain - Guitars
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