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SEVERIA LYRICS
"Four Stages of a Deathtrip" (2006 EP)
1. Bourgas 1994
2. Lost.
3. Gothic Visions of Death
4. The Day When My Best Friend Died
1. Bourgas 1994
Years have passed trying to tame the beast within us,
I still remember the summer of 1994.
Bourgas besieged, the town fell, celebrating the march of army,
dressed in black.
We were gathering in the tombs underground,
these tombs were nuclear shelters.
Many a blasphemious deeds were done
where no sunlight enters.
Bourgas 1994
We are living shadows,
We are consumers of live.
2. Lost.
The boy, almost a man,
sits in the cold hall,
thinking of the Death herself,
this is something
beyond his comprehension at all.
Why is he so sad?
Why does he think so much?
Is it a gift or a curse?
A matter of Destiny one may say...
Melancholy and regret,
to revive things forgotten long time ago,
no attempt is made or planned,
to improve his present state.
3. Gothic Visions of Death
Silence fell no sounds at all,
though the rain's falling on the concrete floor,
colours fade away,
my face is pale,
like the piece of paper that lies next to me -
carefully placed,
my soul is black,
like the letters in my notice for goodbye -
waiting to be found,
my life is gone, never to return in this world.
Why are you here?
"L" for life, "L" for lie,
"D" for Death, Devil and Desire,
the clock counts the last seconds of my life.
The Death shall be my bride,
the Devil our priest,
the drops shall be our witnesses,
so pure and so cold,
the coffin - our bed,
the darkness - our love.
Dark pressure blows the mind,
from the very heart it streams,
for I've summoned her on the top,
of the black marble tower.
I see her from beneath,
cold blue eyes that stare from above,
burning swastikas rotate in eyer that freeze,
one step forward and I'll join her dance.
4. The Day When My Best Friend Died
That was the day when my best friend died,
silently he left my world,
I thought I would be sad,
but I didn't weep a single drop.
My memories, I thought they'd live,
suddenly they disappeared,
like clouds in a sunny day
swept away by naughty winds.
The arguments live,
the best times're gone,
the disapointments overcome
my memories,
the friendship's lost,
new time has come,
a man goes on his way.
That was the day
when my
best friend
died.
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