Текст и слова песни Horizon 8 – These grey ornaments of your apocalypse
Poisonous dust
Draws on wet glass
Grey ornaments
They are transforming to
A dreadful picture
of an apocalypse
Of your apocalypse
And I see
Terrible grimaces of lords
of destruction
Agony of creatures
Burning in the crimson flame
That is the future
I do not want my own dreams
To become the reality
Cause all this simply seems to me
I can’t predict what waits for us tomorrow
But I want you to understand
I can’t predict what waits for us tomorrow
I can’t be silent when I see another’s pain
Everything passed
And the picture of reality is destroyed
And I see
Lifeless desert
and the black line of horizon
One more step
One more sigh
One more chance
to try to rethink all
Draws on wet glass
Grey ornaments
They are transforming to
A dreadful picture
of an apocalypse
Of your apocalypse
And I see
Terrible grimaces of lords
of destruction
Agony of creatures
Burning in the crimson flame
That is the future
I do not want my own dreams
To become the reality
Cause all this simply seems to me
I can’t predict what waits for us tomorrow
But I want you to understand
I can’t predict what waits for us tomorrow
I can’t be silent when I see another’s pain
Everything passed
And the picture of reality is destroyed
And I see
Lifeless desert
and the black line of horizon
One more step
One more sigh
One more chance
to try to rethink all
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