Dark suns

Bells of dooom

Dark suns
Despairing sound Something that is decreed
Even birth is not free
A vanished laugh Can you fell the clear void?
Innocence was a dream


Time will reap our caring soul
Trying to cry but the tears don't flow
So, wake up and take your entries
For the Symphony!


Look over!Baton is the sickle!


Bells of Doom
Entering a shadowy gloom
Bells of Doom
Funny face, She is ringing for you


Our quiet hope Disturbed by the rope
Who gave us deadly hand?
You had caressed Now are in a silly* mess
Huh? Won't Pull? BELLS OF DOOM!


Time will reap our caring soul
Trying to cry but the tears don't flow
So, wake up and take your entries
For the Symphony!


Look over! Baton is the sickle!


Bells of Doom
Entering a shadowy gloom
Bells of Doom
Funny face, She is ringing for you

* A palavra silly é polissêmica

* Polissemia determinada por consciência social
(materialista, excede o
contexto da letra) ou espiritual (o medo da morte,
a ficção do "mundo real").

* O verbo vanish tem um sentido de algo que sumiu repentinamente (ninguém mandou transformar o Deus em entidade cruel).

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