The Sinners And Saints demo lyrics.
Posted in Profane Vertigo updates on Mar 12, 2009 at 3:53 AM
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Ultra Inferno
Secluded from reality, directed in new ways. Blinded by the visions, of a burning space. Going through a weekly daze, looking for it to end. You can't heal a hollow core, that can't be mend. Overwhelmed with memories, their lives was drained so fast. In the ultra inferno. A dark distorted planet, lingering illness and pain. The inferno's growing within, a new fright awaits. Suffocated in misery, longing to escape. As the colder/wicked sun, daily haunt the sane. Endlessly spinning round and around, never stays the same. In the ultra inferno.
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Orbital Carnival
Like clouds drifting in the blue, circles slowly compile, patterns shape in technicolor, reaching a spherical high. Timeless motion, distorted forms, seeping down the spine, the orbital carnival is inside and we follow it's mellow flight. Surrounded by an endless clock, the past, present and now.
Atmospheric realms dividing – into unknown time, warping into blinking eyes turning us to sheep, the orbital carnival breathing hard- puts us back to sleep. A thousand golden stars fall down, just like autumn leaves, realness takes another form, dilating every eye. Sliding down the cosmic tongue, the sun spreading its rays, the orbital carnival is over now showing us its might.
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The Sinners And Saints
When the Shepherd falls the herd will follow, in their lives will be no morrow. There's no tomorrow. The sun has dimmed and turned so pale, vagrancy strikes like the ending gale. Hope of light is slowly fading, Mr Reaper in dreams is increasing. The sinners and saints in perdition are crawling, desperately pleading for a new beginning. The sinners and saints to this world dictate, unaware of their own ominous fate. Unheard prayers in their minds echo, time is gone - always toll zero. Always toll zero. Unlike life, death is certain, they all join hands and close the curtain. The serpents of time turn the wheel, alongside darkness so unreal. The sinners and saints in perdition are crawling, desperately pleading for a new beginning. The sinners and saints to this world dictate, unaware of their own ominous fate.
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Vivid Noise
Stranded within these old walls, phantasmal reveries deeply enthrall. Fullness of rage is floating around, sinful acts become fully profound. As life is resting in tranquil sleep, the vivid noise in the pitch-black creep. Coldness unfolds with soulful eyes, the past over life slowly arise. Into it's source of darkest shades, the shells of mankind draw enslaved. The electric gleams keeps you alive, but the vivid noise always contrive.
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A Mourning Morning
Autumn daylight breaks with demise, there shines a light of somber hue. Winding down the garden of stones, the affected children from life withdrew. Sorrowful chanting fills the sky, with hollow minds the distressed portray. Divine bells toll, bidding farewell, the lost unbound in the heavens parade. It's not an illusion, life is bitter sweet, a burial morning; the circle's complete. Terminal rays of the fading sun, in remembrance shine on another day. The torn children together rest in a lifeless light, the achromatic um-brae. Endless grief and hopeless times, surround the pines in the Fayette ground. A mournful morning woe within, the cross paved graves on a burial mound. It's not an illusion, death wont ever retreat, a burial morning; the circle's complete.
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The Void Before The Light
Our lives are so haste that you can not see, for what's sacred above all. The world has grown so bleary, confusion re-programmed mankind. The wheels just keeps on turning, slowly running out of time. Death will remain as the destiny, could it really be sublime? Unaware of tomorrow and it's fiends, into a the game the pawns are drawn. In numbness age is laid to sleep, from ashes to dust withdrawn. In the end its all based on irony, for a life time will be gone. The void before the light in you and me, in the children will move on.
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Living Funeral
Sudden change of motions, brought down this destruction. Twisted thought’s are haunting, obsession inside's crawling. Gone for days with pills, denied and choked in sins. Picture’s flashing by, pure chaos did apply. Drowned in deep despair, like devil in his lair. Closed inside a gloom, sure found eternal doom. Soaked sickness in mind, with love hated mankind. Faced toward the end, into the depths descend. All around the world, my life was blurred and twirled. Grace and faith they darkened, and turned away from heaven. Still around and breathing, within the heart is beating. The killing thrill of it all, is that it's a living funeral…
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Malignant World
Among the crowd in sheep's clothing, it's hiding behind deceiving mankind. With unsound thoughts, the unpleasant kind, it's raised from below to the top entwined. Obscure illusions with life combine, confusion applies, your world collides. Moments of chaos they drain the days, time stands still and panic's the thrill. The malignant world will always return, from the shrouds within your life it spurn. Elevating spells of ultimate force, tailspin down, you head for the ground. A altered state of mind conform sanity, anxiety strikes and psychosis unbinds. Sights of clarity slip away, you've entered a haze, a nightmare malaise. Moments of chaos they drain the days, time stands still and panic's the thrill. The malignant world will always return, from the shrouds within your life it spurn.
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Kaleidoscopic Sleep
In a transcendental celestial journey, the multicolored objects illuminate. Beyond the sphere and cosmic dreams, the atmospheric sights your eyes polarize. Drastic Illusions in a psychonauts trance, the kaleidoscopic sleep, penetrate inside perfectly designed. Inside the tube of endless reflections, the multicolored objects minds conflate. In vivid rotation with unknown formations, the moon shaped delusions the frail completely spellbind. Drastic Illusions in a psychonauts trance, the kaleidoscopic sleep, penetrate inside perfectly designed.
