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TACIT FURY LYRICS
"Voice Of Prophecy" (2001 Demo)
1. Nothing Remained
2. Nuclear Winter
3. Chains Of War
4. Damnation
5. Biomass
6. And Death Can Love
7. Hunt For The Death
1. Nothing Remained
I hate myself when I’m alone
They say with gird “Hi is a stoned”
I like going home but all is vain
There I am stranger in the fame
My home’s there, where I am
But I do hate all of them
Tell me what for I live
And I shell tell
That you are not right
You ask me why
But I shell dive
And I come back
But from myself
Nothing remained
2. Nuclear Winter
The Earth is banished
Years passed
No mortal life exist
The radiation
Travels fast and
None could it resist
Ruined structures
Face the death
Clouds chase the light
Roads are empty
Sleeping towns
Salvation's out of sight
Nuclear Winter
Forgotten souls
Rest in peace
No god will make them live
Eternal Idol
Weapon is
The height that man achieved
Blinding strike
Of hellish storm
Child's helpless cry
The future's lost
As demon first
Condemned world to die
Nuclear Winter
Idea of Self-destruction
No savior, no mercy, no god
Time is exhausted for action
All nations are damned to rot
3. Chains Of War
Million souls takes deathblow
Epic wars - fate and horror
Bloody eyes , names in roll
Warlords from hell buy your soul
Ache is reason for the life
Chains of war keep armies fight
Choose your time, be quick to dive
Remaining battle out of sight
Time is sand , so it will last
Groaning souls burn in the past
Terror there rules
Lose is disgrace
Any fault is death
No second chance
Ancient Rome destroyed to plain
Fascist mines do still remain
Art of war will never die
Making bodies in ground lie
We are involved in weapon race
Strong is one who has the best
Soon we'll die of mass atack
Destroying earth into the wreck
Time is sand , so it will last
Groaning souls burn in the past
Terror there rules
Lose is disgrace
Any fault is death
No second chance
4. Damnation
Îáëîìêè äîìîâ, ðàçðûòûå ÿìû
Îò áåçîáëà÷íûõ ñíîâ îñòàëèñü êàíàâû
Îñòàíêè êðåñòîâ, ñïîêîéíûå çâóêè
Ëèøü ÷åðåç âå÷íîñòü çàáóäóòñÿ ìóêè
Íèê÷åìíûå ëþäè, êðîâàâûå ëèöà
Çëîâåùèå çâåçäû çàáûëè ñâåòèòüñÿ
Áîëüøèå êîøìàðû, ïðèëèïøèå ê ðàíàì
Òåïåðü âñÿ Çåìëÿ îòäàíà òàðàêàíàì
Ãëóïûå âîéíû, ñòðàøíûå áåäñòâèÿ
Íå óãàäàåøü ïîðîé âñå ïîñëåäñòâèÿ
Ñîçäàé èì îðóæèå, ïóñòè èõ ê íåìó
À çàâòðà óçíàåøü è ñàì ïðî âîéíó
Çàáóäåøü òû âñå òî, ÷òî ìîæíî çàáûòü
È çàâòðà ïðèäåòñÿ êîãî-òî óáèòü
Ðàíåííûé â ñïèíó òû áóäåøü áåæàòü
Âûñòðåë åùå îäèí, ïðèäåòñÿ ëåæàòü
Ýòî âîéíà. Òàì íå áûâàåò èíà÷å
Óìðåøü, íå óìðåøü - êàê áóäåò óäà÷à
Ìîæåò, ñïàñåò òåáÿ òâîÿ âåðà â äîáðî
À ìîæåò, ïîãóáèò òåáÿ æå îíî
Ðàçðûâû ñëûøíû, îòðàæàÿñü êàê ýõî
Òðóäíî îñòàòüñÿ æèâûì ÷åëîâåêîì
Íèêòî íå óâèäèò, êàê ïîëçàþò ëþäè
Ñãèáàÿñü îò áîëè ïðåäñìåðòíûõ ïðåëþäèé
Óòðîì çàòèõëî, íå ñëûøíî ðàçðûâû
Íî íå íàäîëãî, ïîêà åùå æèâû
Îñòàâèëè âñåõ, æàæäóùèõ ìåñòè
Ñóäüáà ðåøåíà, íå æèòü èì âñåì âì åñòå
Äî òåõ ïîð, ïîêà ñóùåñòâóåò âðàæäà
È íå îñòûíåò èõ çëàÿ íóæäà
Íà ýòîé çåìëå òàê è áóäåò âîéíà
Õîòü ìíîãèì äî ñìåðòè ïðîòèâíà îíà
Áûòü ìîæåò, êîãäà-òî ëþäè ïîéìóò
×òî â êîíöå-òî âñåãî äðóã äðóãà óáüþò
Òîãî äîáèâàþòñÿ æèâóùèå âûøå
Èãðàþò â èãðó, êòî äîëüøå âñåõ âûæèâåò
Íàêðîåò âñþ Çåìëþ ÿäåðíûì âçðûâîì
È ñâåðõó ñìîòðåòüñÿ áóäåò êðàñèâî
Ïðîéäóò òûñÿ÷åëåòèÿ, è âðåìÿ ïðîëåòèò
È ìîæåò êòî-òî âûøå íàì Çåìëþ âîçðîäèò
Ýòî âîéíà. Òàì íå áûâàåò èíà÷å
Óìðåøü, íå óìðåøü - êàê áóäåò óäà÷à
Ìîæåò, ñïàñåò òåáÿ òâîÿ âåðà â äîáðî
À ìîæåò, ïîãóáèò òåáÿ æå ñàìî
Ðàçðûâû ñëûøíû, îòðàæàÿñü êàê ýõî
Òðóäíî îñòàòüñÿ æèâûì ÷åëîâåêîì
Íèêòî íå óâèäèò, êàê ïîëçàþò ëþäè
Ñãèáàÿñü îò áîëè ïðåäñìåðòíûõ ïðåëþäèé
5. Biomass
I'm the slaughter, I'm the beast
With the rise of moon I go
To the fields on the feast
Cruelly shooting my flame-thrower
Burn the bodies , Take the life’s
With the smell of rusty bones
I enjoy their poor cries
Crushing heads with heavy stones
Who were that people?
I don't know
Now it's a bloody
BIOMASS
I need nothing, I want deaths
It's my job to paint scenes
Of artistic bloody mess
How much for me it means
Cut the fingers, smash the face
Place the parts on pentagram
Make inside it burning haze
That will be my future theme
What for I killed them
I don't know
But it's a pretty
BIOMASS
6. And Death Can Love
And death can love you
So praise your fatal end
The finish of existance
Award from heavens send
Future hates and suffers
Illusion world in lies
Return to me from them
As death's love dies
She will cast the sleep
Rest forever in her hands
Prejudices of fear
Incinerates last breath
Memorize your sorrows
Erase them with my help
Such a gental touch
Make my hell your hell
Neither rest nor game
Play with me in love
Don't forget my words
I'm your second half
She will cast the sleep
Rest forever in her hands
Prejudices of fear
Incinerates last breath
7. Hunt For The Death
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