Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
Throughout the times of perplexity and illusion
We've got some last Gods left, worth keeping
That go by such names as Kindness and Honesty.
I want us to hold swords again
As in the years of the old tales.
But this time, to fight for Dignity and Solidarity.
Against the waves of darkness and death
I'm walking with Eternal Brightness in my eyes.
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Neo Hit !!! Apo ton MC Toli o opoios allakse ligo to styl tou legontas ena kommati se poio reggae rythmous... Warning Danger !!! To tragoudi den prepei na to akousoun kardiakoi giati mporei na einai oi teleytaies stigmes tis zohs tous !!!
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znKdI9VJCao#t=2m20s
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Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.