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The Fields of the Nephilim
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Elizium
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Straight from albums inner sleeve)
Transcribed by Oskar SM(oskar@si.upc.es)"for her light" how lonely you are waiting at the sundaypark i'll elude you i will loose you existing were no soulapart you stand on a platform your effigy dissolvesin my hands when i feel like someone to lie on and i feellike someone to rely on you can't wake up illusions bornof the air something seems so precious there i'll elude you iwill loose you as rehersal of my despair when i feel likesomeone to lie on and i feel like someone to die on youcan't wake up oh here me i'm what you have left here i amin this necrologue of love "at the gates of silent memory"-yes today life that i knew so sick of all the people ablind moon over to the window where the night has becomeelizium for the sleepless souls and our days to come youstand with dalila may be i'll just pass-away ormay be i'll stay but i feel alive with you and i feel somekind of heaven when i feel deep inside her i feel some kindof heaven hear me give me some kind of heaven come infrom the cold i'll owe you my heart be my shelter andrefuge for the night love of my life pour your light on thefaith i can feel make it real in her sleep "submission" itmoves between us for one moment like opium and yourheart we've remedys from the ancient gods to heal themorals of our shadow devil come to me open up the doorlead me ciahra to the centre of it all she opened and criedwith arms outstretched lay down next to me come takewhat's left she cried holding me someone's inside to cruelto suffer for what she wants condensation on the windowspeering back at myself through the webs we have weavedtill this radiant morning somewhere else oh where have ibeen where have i been her lips were hard my heaven iscold let's loose her loosen up loose enough. "the souls ofthose who quit the body violently are most pure.""such endtrue lovers hath.""sumerland"(what dreams may come) your tempting me toall of life and all its pleasure take me to the dream tothe highs and the depths of my soul here we free thoughtsinside giving up for giving time but a world without endwhere no soul can decend there will be no sumertime howlost lifes been afraid of working up so afraid to take thedream shapes of angels the night casts lie dead butdreaming in my past and their here they want to meet youthey want to play with you so take the dream can't breakfree and i hear them call they want top lange you theirhere once more the want to lay with you they want totake you to the shame of your past take the dream take melead me far away take me there i'll fade away but i can'thide and i cannot die i take the dream we're but fools ofour fate on this earth i shall wait by the roots of my soul iam loosing control take the dream the sleepers in youshapes of angels so deep with in you feel your souldrowning unloosen your soul drowning in waters of realitytell me what is reality tell me tell me thought of god. dodreams fall from god tell me what dreams may comebreak free thoughts all gone we've all come down take methere your my ticket out a here all come down take me outa here take me there."wail of sumer" you can see the earthwe're high here we're climbing over sumertown you can kissteh air we're gliding follow me for sumer land no soundlife no essence we lay enstranged in our curious waysmemorys lay beside us but i'm seeing through an age who iam through sumerland lead me taken from god forgiverssent in to the dark to play from life here i lead them takenaway from where they layed getting old together to breathmyself free i'll stay we're high here forever no tomorrowno today through sumerland lead me."and there will yourheart be also" we must suffer to free our pain can youhelp us to find our way your here to stay stay here inparadise i'd end this moment to be with you throughmorphic oceans i'd lay here with you only to stay stay herein paradise only to stay son lonely from this maelstromfree are you from this maelstrom to be with you"we are the lost ones, in the company of bright angels""stay not on the pincipies with the dross of matter, for there is a placefor thy image in a realm ever splendered."(the chaldean oracles of zoroaster)music by The Nephilim, lyrics by Mc
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