Mytes Gradel
Burning Inside The Fate Globe (Demo)
2004 Alternative Mag
01 Remainder From The Bad Era
02 Crescent
03 Scarlet Night Marsh
04 Miserable
05 Lunar Circle
06 Winter Dusk Embrace
07 Loneliness Melodrama
REMAINDER FROM THE BAD ERA
CRESCENT
...Crescent shall shine again...
To be scrabed of thy darkness membrane
And give hope to us
To be shield on us
Like pray of infant and like flight and pride
Our crescent shall shine again
Grove to us from remorseless
Your voice behind the mountain's echo
Your fear behind the night's frost
Your body behind the death's side...
SCARLET NIGHT MARSH
...The grief candle illumines my future
My sorrowful heart revivals for me
Wake up!
Dark winged queen of my sorrowful heart
...And became darkness of my light nights
Wake up and became my darkness tell the truth of lonely lightness.
I am living in the place
which my dreams are stoned by the witches
who are increasing on shadows of the hatred trees' leaves.
I am listening to tell of roses who are touching the thy wings.
King of thorns and his seven buffoons...
MISERABLE
To be guide for light the our way
Pull and take our pains and our illness bodies
The winged doors of the autumned land jingled of Prasia
The morning was alone and silent except raining
First, the time gone fast
Evening it was inertand the last,gone back..
Remains only hands and eyes
To be guide for light the our way
Pull and take our pains and our illness bodies
the spear shadows, fall in your heart
...And the mud rivers, will take away your fears to the far...
The propellers alight his heart.
LUNAR CIRCLE
From fire of sunless to coldness of night.
The snowflake fall in my morning
Everyone will hunt you in the tired warrior's arena and hum of the wounded swords
When the ominius ages dark lullabies heart
Night voices was following
one another night voices was like biting...
The nightriders was ahead to offer the morning of earth...
WINTER DUSK EMBRACE
The holy altarwhich has laments in the middle of the last prayers banquet. It takes the old oath in his hands
I was born in your eyes
I am on the ruined castle and in a drop on your chest
" The sun was died. It Couldn't resistance to the night... The little king is celebrating the night behind the ramparts..."
The gold tears spills, the one of them is master of the real myth, waits the dawn with pain.
There were voices in their silk bags nails was made of silver with cold horseshoe voices
The voices was like the night's resistance of the sun
Fate and treachery
How could they tell the truth?
LONELINESS MELODRAMA
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