Element (PL) : Daemonopolis

Black Death / Poland
(2001 - Apocalypse Production)
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1. DAEMONOPOLIS

Searching in the deep of mind
For the holy path you've left behind,
Your only hope to not be chased.
Belive me, though! You'll be erased.

Through the bright skin of your life.
Bright in your eyes, dark in mine.
Observe the light you've concealed before.
Accept your lot - the daemon's whore!

So, you should feel it, this little thing.
That's filthy my kiss, that's someone's sin.
Prepared to alter the route.
Finish it! New life to release.

Rest now in my devious land.
It's your another haven.
The tablet shall be refined.
Unexpected chance for revival?

Your soul will become the stone.
You'll start to live as soon as it's gone.
Your feelings will glimpse away.
Just like the flash that waves at the end.
Your blood is no more red.
It fills my veins, the liquid of gems.
All to make in...

Daemonopolis - my lovely kingdom.
Daemonopolis - gloaming of past, temple of sensations.

I will glaze your spirit.
Bizzare patterns on my resemblance.
One with me, don't comprehend.
Just glow for me...

Anger will be the sword.
So sharp and fresh, truly wild in the core.
Your hatred since soul is stone.
Whimsical deed, it will be my throne.
Alas, your choice is to make.
Shall i be winged or shall i be horned?
Make your decision quick.
Don't let me wait for you...

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Now you are alone in my land.
Your dreams are drowning
In ocean of angelic tears.
Free your mind and fly away...
Fly like eagle, far away...

Don't know what to do? Come on my side.
Listen me like shrine, the one false in your life.
Free your mind and walk with me...
To my kingdom named
Daemonopolis...


2. MY ANGEL


See, my Angel! Tears from sky,
Precious flyers that would never die.
Your brothers, sisters, children of One.
Bringers of the renaissance.

Never expected you to come
To greet my life, maybe take me home.
Pathetic sentinel, longed-for smile
Shall wipe off the dirt that have covered my soul.

Burning twilight,
Crawling wisdom,
Fire coming out,
Black sun charging in the air.

Silent singers
Roting leaves
Stinking moors
Repulsive nature

Make your powers strike on them.
Make my heart breath spry again.
Strive to keep me close to you.
Turn my glance at glorious sight.

Well, that's my damned reflection,
Terrible pictures I'm explaining to you.

Flaming edges
Broken bridges
Fire coming out
Chaos ruling over land

But you've known, you've thought it.
Since I've turned my head to contrary side.

Virtues falling
Steams ascending
Creeping shadows
Cold wind blowing

Angel, I love...
Adorable wings that she spreads,
Golden hair that embrace the neck,
Smooth shining skin, and so white shade,
Deep sapphire eyes, and so strident mind.
Desired as a light when it's dark,
The most vivid star that I see at night.
My beautiful creature that beloved shall be,
An awesome crusher of the satan's part.
Angel...

Devil, it's your last time.

"Punish souls from hellish gate.
Yet they won't be tolerate.
Their behavior was incorrect.
We shall show them no respect."


3. DIVERSE BEAUTY

God makes always diverse beauties
as he makes diverse wines.
I pursue the craved thing
sate myself and cast it by.

I seek new bait fulfilled as no one,
I check new tracks you will go soon.
I have sense that my profound demension
takes no delight in harmony drawn by dawn.

Yes, you say I'm a fiend
- but what does it matter?
Spasm of wrath or spasm of passion.
Somehow it makes no difference.

God makes always diverse beauties
as he makes diverse wines.
Lunar shine will never soften
and seduce the heart of mine.

Look at me - am I so venomous?
You scorn me nourishing pious
wishes of being diffrent.
Choking honesty is what describes you best.

I'll wait for a moment when doubts will come out
and shred your peaceful nest.
The truth might shorten an extremely painful
hour for you or begin the worst one.

The invitable awaits hidden in your consciousness.
Be prepared to put your previous life to rest.
You always fear you may betray yourself
but every day, each denial spurts blood
on your soul like a ring of hooked
iron on your tamples.
Time passes, can you hear now
the last march of condemned?
You do - it's your own heartbeat.

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