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ASTRAY LYRICS
"Alone" (2000 EP)
1. Rather I Burn
2. Utopia Denial
3. Chrystal Circle Reflections
4. In The Rhythm Of Chaos
1. Rather I Burn
Faceless figures marching on the path of fools,
the path of weakness, the path of fear.
Weak minds with whoring souls.
Once again I woke but this time I opened my eyes.
In this caravan travels the ones who are slaves for
the other slaves and slaves for themselves.
Your soul was raped by you
in the day you took your first step in this line.
And flames they burns so high
both sides of this path.
To take a step to the left is to burn.
To burn, to bleed alone!
Bleed, you synthetic child!
Bleed because of your
stupidity and false beliefs.
Come, come into the flames.
But you didn’t come with me into the fire
and I didn’t show you what is true.
So I turned my back for you (just like always)
and walked away into shadows. Alone.
I left you and your little world.
I hate you!
...Though you’re not worth of my hate.
I spit on your face!
...But you’re not worth of my saliva.
Slave! You fear the other slaves.
The fear keeps you on the path.
Have a good journey on this
circle formulating path,
and never be free!
Your sacred soul’s a cursed whore
buying mercy and forgiveness.
Your thoughts and words has nothing to give for me
-except my hate towards you.
Your purity isn’t pure
-even your impurity is not impure.
Your life is so worthless (in your fear of the flames of individuality).
To be among the fools
or not to be and burn?
...Well, It’s so good to be aflame,
when my strength is to be me.
And flames they burns so high
both sides of this path.
To take a step to the left is to burn
For me, there’s no other way.
2. Utopia Denial
No tears in the eyes of those two.
The other doesn’t understand, the other doesn’t care.
They’re building a tower just to make it fall on their neck.
We are the ones who stands by the poison in our hearts.
A tear in the eyes of this one.
The one who does understand, the one who does care.
He’s building a tower just to make it fall on his neck.
He is the one who falls by the poison in our hearts.
Blind for the fact that decay is ours
and death the only eternal friend.
Morning sun is the mask of the end,
two faced devil but the only thing we trust.
Hate for the one who has the pain.
Strength for the one who has the hate.
Invisible solitude.
And I’m above.
The duet of Heaven and Hell singing
”eternally echoing” words.
Everyone is something for no-one,
to be forgotten and gone.
Alone.
Once I saw something that was good.
Once I could feel the warmth.
Soon it was all taken away.
The pain showed me the way.
Am I blessed by the pain?
Sure I’m blessed by the hate.
Creeping in the depths of misery.
Beaten by the cold world.
Once I saw something that was good.
Once I could feel the warmth.
Soon it was all taken away.
The hate showed me the way.
Beaten by the cold world.
Sure I’m blessed by the hate.
This time I’m gonna be cold enough
and just not care when you slowly bleed
and die with your fucking world!!!
The temptation of self-destruction,
the legacy from the past.
The morning sun is the mask of the end,
the two-faced devil but the only thing we love.
The harnessed hatred. The discipline-raised chaos.
The ones who can’t see and the ones who doesn’t care
-the ones who survive when the blood rains
and drowns the surface of the collapsing world.
Burn the fields of utopia.
Close your eyes for the dreams.
Turn your back for the hope.
For we are the children of the end.
3. Chrystal Circle Reflections
Waited till the morning,
waited till the dawn.
No-one came out from the sea.
Gazed the mountains,
gazed the sky.
No-one arrived from horizon.
Waited the next day.
Waited the next night.
...Not a sign of the waited one.
Listened whispers,
listened storms.
But could not hear the eternally echoing words.
Read the prophecies,
read the Word.
And he knew the day was near.
...So came the waited dawn
to bring the blessed light
-the day was darker than ever.
Betrayed he truly was.
He’s view is painted
by the hologram of lies.
”The God is to sent a messiah
to release us from the pain made of sins.”
Dying in the depths of ”sins” and decay.
Can’t you see we are all alone?
What is hope to you is bullshit for me.
We’re gazing different directions.
I’ve lost my hope and I don’t want it back.
Man stood humble expecting Him to came.
...Waited for ages. Waited for generations.
Always trusting. Always hoping.
He is the one in the name of God.
To bring the salvation,
to take us to the light,
out of the sorrow, out of the grief.
The one to have mercy on us.
The one to save.
...He never came, he never will.
4. In The Rhythm Of Chaos
Join you all into the dance of death!
Come! Let’s celebrate our own burials!
Welcome to the masquerade
where all rotten is dressed in gold.
Take this chalice and join the feast
of the dying ones.
Feel the poison in your veins,
weakness dressed in strength.
Celebration inebriation
for the honor of the end.
I propose a toast for the end
and the sweet kiss of the flames
In the rhythm of chaos we dance.
...Hear the hammers of the Beast giving us the beat...
...Giving us the beat...
...The beat so
fast and weird...
Fast and weird...
...The beat so
fast and weird...
Fast and weird...
...The beat so
fast and weird...
GO !
Dancing among snakes, kissing the devil (with tongue),
making love with flames so wild, calling the death among
us.
Our bare feet bleed as we dance on broken
glass. In the rhythm of decay, in the
rhythm of chaos. We’re all here. Gathered to die,
to celebrate our death. ...Thank you for pain. Thank you
for decay. Thank you for misery. Thank you for
grave. Thank you for death. Thank you for reaper.
Watering the flowers of death with blood of mine,
sowing the seeds of decadence
from the bottomless basin of mortality.
...So drunken by mortality...
Remember, here you are never alone!
Soon we’ll face the cold ground
and never rise again.
So good is to be asleep,
but let’s dance this one more night.
With bare feet on broken glass
among snakes.
Bleeding , tired...
...Still laughing for death...
For the whole cold world!
I propose a toast for the end
and the sweet kiss of the flames.
And we dance around the tower.
The tower we once built just to make it
fall on our own neck.
...The beat so
fast and weird...
Fast and weird...
...The beat so
fast and weird...
Fast and weird...
...The beat so
fast and weird...
GO !
Dancing among snakes, kissing the devil (with tongue),
making love with flames so wild, calling the death among
us.
Our bare feet bleed as we dance on broken
glass. In the rhythm of decay, in the
rhythm of chaos. We’re all here. Gathered to die,
to celebrate our death. ...Thank you for pain. Thank you
for decay. Thank you for misery. Thank you for
grave. Thank you for death. Thank you for shotgun.
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