Hellenic Metal - Septic Flesh
Hellenic Metal - Septic Flesh
Ἡ ἀπόλυτη ἀτμόσφαιρα καὶ οἱ ἀπόλυτοι στίχοι που σε ταξιδεύουν ἐγγύτατα στὸ ἔνδοξο παρελθόν...
The Eldest Cosmonaut
SHINE......
In the mines of the darkest star.
The one no jewel can never shine.
A rode is left to point to Styx,
both its end can lead,both can deceive.
No traps can seize,THE ELDEST COSMONAUT
as time stands still,incapable to breathe.
Once in clay I allowed the decades
to become a stone wall around me
but at least I became the wall of decades.
Can you feel the wrinkles on my hand?
They are yours.They are lines I once
drew upon the sand...
I HAVE A BOAT UNSEEN A LABYRINTHINE SPHERE
THE GNOSIS OF THE ELDEST COSMONAUT.
AND MAYBE YOU WILL SEE
THAT I AM WHAT YOUR MIND CAN NEVER.....SEAL.
Travelling the luminiferous waters of space,
through the Stellar Isthmus.
It can lead it can decieve.
No traps can seize me, No toombs can seal me.
I HAVE A BOAT UNSEEN A LABYRINTHINE SPHERE
THE GNOSIS OF THE ELDEST COSMONAUT.
AND MAYBE YOU WILL SEE
THAT I AM WHAT YOUR MIND CAN NEVER.....SEAL.
The Eldest Cosmonaut
SHINE......
In the mines of the darkest star.
The one no jewel can never shine.
A rode is left to point to Styx,
both its end can lead,both can deceive.
No traps can seize,THE ELDEST COSMONAUT
as time stands still,incapable to breathe.
Once in clay I allowed the decades
to become a stone wall around me
but at least I became the wall of decades.
Can you feel the wrinkles on my hand?
They are yours.They are lines I once
drew upon the sand...
I HAVE A BOAT UNSEEN A LABYRINTHINE SPHERE
THE GNOSIS OF THE ELDEST COSMONAUT.
AND MAYBE YOU WILL SEE
THAT I AM WHAT YOUR MIND CAN NEVER.....SEAL.
Travelling the luminiferous waters of space,
through the Stellar Isthmus.
It can lead it can decieve.
No traps can seize me, No toombs can seal me.
I HAVE A BOAT UNSEEN A LABYRINTHINE SPHERE
THE GNOSIS OF THE ELDEST COSMONAUT.
AND MAYBE YOU WILL SEE
THAT I AM WHAT YOUR MIND CAN NEVER.....SEAL.
Re: Hellenic Metal - Septic Flesh
Hail to those that walk my lonely path
Bearing the mark of the chosen one
They are the cross!
They are the travellers of the plains
Common ground of all directions
They lead to me
I lead to them
Never lie to me
The father of lies
Never deny your deeper desires
To all those true to me
Their instinct and mind
I grant
The Virtues of the Beast
Forged in fire
Iron wills of warlocks and witches nourish me
With their love they heat my broken wings
Making me strong
Lifting me up
Above the dream
Blessed are the restless minds
The angel tribes: for they shall inherit the earth
Blessed are the morning stars for
They shall burn the heavens with their Luciferian light
The Virtues of the Beast
Never lie to me
The father of lies
Never deny your deeper desires
To all those true to me
Their instinct and mind
I grant
The Virtues of the Beast
Re: Hellenic Metal - Septic Flesh
Ἀκόμα καὶ ἂν δεν γουστάρετε τὴν μουσική, διαβάστε τοὺς στίχους, εἶναι καλλίτεροι ἀπὸ τὰ περισσώτερα βιβλία.
SCIENCE
We play a game of cards with the nature of the paradox.
In a battle to determine what is possible and what is not.
One solution, for our delusions.
It is so hard to see beyond the small things that we believe.
The well of thoughts is never dry.
Just use a bucket and ideas will come out.
Bookshelves are full with works that have been proven wrong
Things that once were heresies have turned to be the rules.
One solution, for our delusions
It is so hard to see beyond the small things that we believe.
The well of thoughts is never dry, and we are so thirsty.
Science, everlasting science. A magical alliance of reason and
result.
We play a game of cards with the nature of the paradox.
In a battle to determine what is possible and what is not.
One solution, for our delusions
It is so hard to see beyond the small things that we believe.
The well of thoughts is never dry.
Just use a bucket and ideas will come out.
Science, everlasting science. A magical alliance.
Science...
SCIENCE
We play a game of cards with the nature of the paradox.
In a battle to determine what is possible and what is not.
One solution, for our delusions.
It is so hard to see beyond the small things that we believe.
The well of thoughts is never dry.
Just use a bucket and ideas will come out.
Bookshelves are full with works that have been proven wrong
Things that once were heresies have turned to be the rules.
One solution, for our delusions
It is so hard to see beyond the small things that we believe.
The well of thoughts is never dry, and we are so thirsty.
Science, everlasting science. A magical alliance of reason and
result.
We play a game of cards with the nature of the paradox.
In a battle to determine what is possible and what is not.
One solution, for our delusions
It is so hard to see beyond the small things that we believe.
The well of thoughts is never dry.
Just use a bucket and ideas will come out.
Science, everlasting science. A magical alliance.
Science...
Re: Hellenic Metal - Septic Flesh
D.N.A.
Messenger of generations, I can change you, you can change me.
Following your winding staircase, doors are opened, doors are
closed behind.
DNA
Codes are broken, we can re-program.
Dark New Age
Protein synthesis, replication, cell repairing.
Dark New Age
We are blessed with the Midas touch.
Dark New Age
We are golden, we are sulphur, we are water.
Dark New Age
Dna
Dark New Age
Messenger of generations, I can change you, you can change me.
Following your winding staircase, doors are opened, doors are
closed behind.
DNA
Codes are broken, we can re-program.
Dark New Age
Protein synthesis, replication, cell repairing.
Dark New Age
We are blessed with the Midas touch.
Dark New Age
We are golden, we are sulphur, we are water.
Dark New Age
Dna
Dark New Age
Re: Hellenic Metal - Septic Flesh
γενικα οι λεξεις σεπτικ και ροτινγκ μου προκαλουν αρνητικα αισθηματα.
- ΕΛΛΟΓΟΣ
- Aνενεργός χρήστης
- Δημοσιεύσεις: 151
- Εγγραφή: Σάβ 13 Σεπ 2008, 18:12
- Irc ψευδώνυμο: ENLOGOS
- Φύλο: Άνδρας
- Τοποθεσία: Αθήνα, Άγιοι Ανάργυροι
Re: Hellenic Metal - Septic Flesh
There's a sacred ancient cup
Filled with royal bluish blood
Sangreal, how real
In a family of light
Darkest secrets hide from eyes
Sangreal, how real
The elder blood
Still runs on the veins
The modern body
A cup from our skin
Dragon share your mystic soul
With your children
Make them strong
Sangreal, how real
In a family of light
Darkest secrets hide from eyes
Sangreal, how real
Immortal show your fangs
Reveal your hungry faces
Blood needs blood
Flesh needs flesh
Life for life, soul for soul
Immortals...
There is no hope
For the followers of lies
There is no hope
For the weak in the mind
Sangreal, how real
Sangreal...
- ΕΛΛΟΓΟΣ
- Aνενεργός χρήστης
- Δημοσιεύσεις: 151
- Εγγραφή: Σάβ 13 Σεπ 2008, 18:12
- Irc ψευδώνυμο: ENLOGOS
- Φύλο: Άνδρας
- Τοποθεσία: Αθήνα, Άγιοι Ανάργυροι
Re: Hellenic Metal - Septic Flesh
Ειδικά όμως [...] για κάποιον/κάποια ή κάτι. Άλλωστε τα επίθετα δηλώνουν ιδιότητα ή ενέργεια του ουσιαστικού.Divine Sinner έγραψε: γενικα οι λεξεις σεπτικ και ροτινγκ μου προκαλουν αρνητικα αισθηματα.
Re: Hellenic Metal - Septic Flesh
Ὄχι ὅταν πρόκῃται γιὰ "σῆψι" καί "σάπισμα" τῆς πανούκλας.γενικα οι λεξεις σεπτικ και ροτινγκ μου προκαλουν αρνητικα αισθηματα.