Fate in fire
Fate - Bane Hammer

Veins are on fire
Sacret this pyre
God never knew what to plan

Silvery crosses
Hoods on the masses
I never knew where I ran

Burn the witch!
Slay the witch!

Blindness and fear your eternal salvation
Turn on the life that prevails
Doubtless and loud, rant so full of believe
Word serve the one with feel
Conviction

Staring at painted walls of your own head
Those who don't see them are dead
You shall decide who was right and will stay
Others are ones who we'll slay

Burn the witch!
Burn the witch!

Что было:
Первая половина первого рифа, сыгранная на гитаре, в ужасном качестве

Рандомный вброс
Я ненавижу Calibri. Я презираю этот шрифт и того, кто сделал его шрифтом по умолчанию

P. S.
Преувеличение, конечно. Для каждого шрифта свое место и время. Я просто устал каждый раз, когда Word не распознает мой шаблон, менять шрифт в ручную. А сейчас я взялся писать штуку для удовольствия, а не по делу, потому не Times New Roman хочу видеть на экране. И Calibri портит мне творческий поток!

I slip away
Something inside me chose to get up and wait
For medics or anyway knowing I will sail away
Oh, I long...

I want to run right away
Why did I stay?...

I am dreaming reaper
Wash away the scarlet on my hands
I am sleeping killer
Undone in thoughts by seams

Wide awake, nevermind
Iron doors about every mile
Disobeying, misbehaving
Undying right inside of will paralised
Eyes are screaming, sand is spilling
Torn and sober
Witnessing the wreathings of life
Seing wreathing come right apart
You will come to like the state of dying

Killing me with weight of lie
Of not taking another's life

I am dreaming reaper
Wash away the scarlet on my hands
I am sleeping killer
Undone in thoughts by seams

Я продолжу потихоньку улучшать эту штуку)

Got no illusions
Stillness is a plague of a mind
Diluting thoughts
Consuming vision

(whisper one):
Falling shards
Casting shadow of a shadow
Describing prophetously

(whisper two):
Luminous dillusion
Conserning connections
Enought to drive to the brink

(whisper three):
Treacherous doubt
Filling depths with fear
Darkening deathly gaze

Do you realy think that i should thank you now?
Calling to me in my parasomnia
Taunting with the blinking star

(whisper one):
Broken mirror
Never talks
To the back of your head

(whisper two):
Dansing dots
On the edge of
Reflection and possibility

(whisper three):
Desire to hurt
Responsive, repulsive
Reflexive

Knowing that it hurts me too
I find the strength
To kill myself in you

You - the one to divide the Time that Stands in two

Got no illusions
Stillness is a plague of a mind

Have no thoughts
Rid of me!
Have no mind
Kill
ME

Do you know how to be free?
Do you know what you should be?
Do you have the strength in you?
Will you lose yourself to be a slave to you?

Особая благодарность П.Я.А.П.В.

Выложу это, потому что понятия не имею, что делать с ней дальше. Мне не нравится то, что уже вышло, что особенно обидно, так как записывать это было затратно как по времени, так и по усилиям