Rikochet Posted May 13, 2005 Share Posted May 13, 2005 Ξέρω, σας έχω πρίξει ολίγον τι με τα τραγούδια, αλλά τι να κάνουμε... Η Οφηλία, απέκτησε ξαφνικά όρεξη, και δουλεύει υπερωρίες. Dirge [A dirge For those dead Of mind and soul] Apathy Restless looks Behind delusions of Sympathy I weep for those Who see their souls Being shattered Before their very own eyes Tattered Mists of sorrow Floating on a river Without end No tomorrow Ah! How they wreathe, Twist and bend… The world evolved But they could see No more As sheep they’re forced They do not mind Instead remain In what cheap joy They can find… Blind Mists of sorrow Floating on a river Without end No tomorrow Ah! How they wreathe, Twist and bend… [i see their faces In my dreams Conscience self-ignition They scream And always smirk Faces Beyond recognition] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Balidor Posted May 13, 2005 Share Posted May 13, 2005 The world evolvedBut they could see No more As sheep they’re forced They do not mind Instead remain In what cheap joy They can find… Blind <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Αυτη είναι η εποχή μας.... θα τους αγνωήσεις, θα τους αλλάξεις; όσο εξελισόμαστε τόσο αφήνουμε το πνεύμα μας να χαθεί... και χανόμαστε σε ηλίθια πράγματα !!! Εγώ όμως δεν θέλω να παραμένω σε φθηνές απολαύσεις ... ΣΕ ΠΑΩ !!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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