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ICONOFEAR LYRICS
"The 13th Circle" (2005 EP)
1. Burn This World
2. The 13th Circle
3. Waning
4. For the Dead
1. Burn This World
When the warmth and passion are gone
High tide of hatred comes like the flood
Yet I'm not the cold hearted one
My veins are filled with the boiling blood
Dead moon is on the rise
Again we ride the black serpent
Everything you once knew dies
There's no time for you to repent
Burn this world
Burn this world
We have to burn their world
We have to tear down their sun
2. The 13th Circle
Born in the circle, in the circle of nothingness
a concept of worse and less
Born under the stars, under the stars of emptiness
guiding me into the darkness
Trying to get out
I'm drawn back
I'm drawn back...
There’s a line, a thick line between me and them
and i am waiting to fall again
Standing on the edge, on the edge of the end
into darkness i descent
...into this circle
I see black
I see black
The signal is getting weaker and the fall is much deeper
The past is past but the future is so black
Born in the circle, in the circle of nothingness
a concept of worse and less
Born under the stars, under the stars of emptiness
guiding me into the darkness
...into this circle
I see black
I see black
3. Waning
Consider your end, mortal
Accept your fate
Fate monstrous and empty
The whirling wheel of evil
Approval of the end is the beginning of wisdom
We never had the chance to possess our freedom
Oh how black my heart is
Roasting fiercely
There ain’t no thirst for life
In the fields of the underworld
Approval of the end is the beginning of wisdom
We never had the chance to possess our freedom
Forge light into darkness
A darker day is coming
The sun takes our lives away
4. For the Dead
The silent curtain falls
And covers the nighttime world
Shining moonlight so pale
Wind blows so cold tonight
Elves stop singing their song
Fairies all turn to stone
After the sudden silence
Something can be heard
Poems for the dead, everlasting pain
Every word so true
Poems for the dead, everlasting pain
Things sealed behind death
All past life inside me
I leave this cursed place
No more can I hide
What’s inside the poizen site
During the night my sanctum
No symbols seen there
it’s Made of lost souls
All those stolen ones
Poems for the dead, everlasting pain
Every word so true
Poems for the dead, everlasting pain
Things sealed behind death
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