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Бес
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Предлагаю здесь выкладывать стихи, понравившиеся или просто зацепившие ту или иную струну души.
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Бесы все злей и злей Бесы Бесы в душе моей! Ария. |
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Человек
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Что ныне наверху моего top10 в Винампе...
The Sabbath Stones Fire and water, wind and rain wings that carry hell in every vein World possessions, endless taers truth and knowledge stolen all their years World turns slowly, sun don't shine Silence stills the air and kills the chime Words are poison, passion bleeds 2000 years on earth has sown the seeds The time of dreams has turned The night is gone and light shines on Where darkness once would hide With spirits high, our fears were born CHORUS: Receiver of light, the kingdom of God will guide you Keep you from a restless heart Deceiver of night, the stranger that laughs within you, the reason for the restless heart is the keeper of the Sabbath Stones Fire and water, wind and rain wings that carry hell in every vein World turns slowly, sun don't shine Silence stills the air and kills the chime Can faith destroy desire? Each breath a prayer each step brings fear The eyes of they that see have evil stare Watch over me CHORUS and He's the keeper of the Sabbath Stones What God is this that stands to hear his people cry? What hand would strike and watch his people die? What life that takes, what future did we earn? It's our mistakes, take heed the Sabbath Stones What life that takes what future did we earn? It's our mistakes Это Black Sabbath, 1990 год. Альбом Tyr. -------------------- The entire city is burning...
You can see the flames like the inside of a mad jukebox... Lost boys stalk the streets with those jungle markings on their chests. Barbarians prowl in shadows, their heads rocking with rodents. Motorcycles reproduce in nocturnal alleys groaning with greasy pleasure... And they've blown up the YWCA like a giant balloon! And sent it out to sea full of screaming, lovely, lonely girls... |
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