Machine Head - Descend the shades of night

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Sitting in the empty black
The last slivers of dusk have passed
Accept the dawn to ease the fear
One day I will not be here
Death she comes and with her thread
Upon me ties a mask for dead
Its tears of blood begin to seep
And bleed the sky

Descend the shades of night
Death shines her golden light
Across a blackened sky
All our hate is a product of a world...
We created

Ashen clouds obscure my brain
Doubts begin to turn to shame
Insecureness tears at bliss
I hate me for this weakness
Faith drives me to carry on
And take the road less travelled on
Resentment swallowed means to drown
The poison down
The shades of night descend

Descend the shades of night
Death shines her golden light
Across a blackened sky
All our hate is a product of a world...
We created

Scream with me
Bleed with me
Seethe with me
Sing with me

Free me
Free me
Free me

Descend the shades of night
Death shines her golden light
Across a blackened sky
The shades of night descend

Inne utwory

  • Negative creep
  • All in your head
  • Burning red
  • Ten ton hammer
  • Slanderous
  • The rage to overcome
  • Old
  • Exhale the vile
  • Aesthetics of hate
  • Alcoholocaust
  • I defy
  • Nausea
  • A farewell to arms
  • Colors
  • Halo
  • All fall down
  • Hard times
  • American high
  • Silver

    • Losowe utwory

    Andiamo

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    Dopo di che ho visto in tele uno speciale sul cibo la...

    Celebrate me home

    Home for the holidays,
    I believe I ve missed each and every face,
    Come on and play my music,
    Let s turn on the love light in the place

    It s time I found myself,
    Totally surrounded in your circles
    Whoa, my friends...

    By this river

    Here we are
    Stuck by this river,
    You and I
    Underneath a sky that s ever falling down, down, down
    Ever falling down

    Through the day
    As if on an ocean
    Waiting here,
    Always failing to remember why we came, came,...

    Sida de la mente (eng)

    Now what you feel
    Was the baptism of the virus
    From what follows there is no way out
    That which is life
    Your god decides
    Organism - ready
    Of the Anti-Christ

    A.I.D.S. of the mind
    Fucking up your people

    Salome

    Tolv årvar Han, da Han stod frem i templet.
    Tolv år var Jochanaan, da han dro bort
    til ørkenen og kallet som stod i templet
    i blikket som var innadvendt og sort.
    Tolv år var du, Salome, da du danset,
    og da ditt navn ble...