Song | Pseudohalluzination |
Artist | Holy Moses |
Album | Agony of death |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Classen, Holy Moses | |
I am here alone in my hallucination | |
In infernal doom of the abyss | |
Cries of spiritual voice floating evil reign | |
Before my life is taken from the machine | |
To return to my mirror | |
Walking up in a dark snowing night | |
I see something that seems to come | |
Frozen dreams of a dying realm | |
As in a true hallucination | |
Hate rises no authorities | |
Consider this decision obscure | |
Disorder of my dreams with wide open eyes | |
I can see the cold machines domination | |
A dark image vivid enough to be | |
Floating the evil reign in my fear | |
Shadows of passed eternal years | |
Unreal damnation to kill my soul | |
Hallucination - machine is back | |
Hallucination - ripped by the dogs | |
Hallucination - world in chaos | |
Hallucination - terminal terror | |
Illusions occur when feelings arrives | |
And anxiety will disappear | |
My fear Is projected on external objects | |
Lightening the time when I was a child | |
Perceives threatening faces and monsters | |
In the dark shadows at night | |
I can see the machines killing arms | |
Like unholy goblins of dead trees | |
In the fog of my dreams I perceive | |
Inanimate holocaust objects | |
As the raw attacking enemy rites | |
They reach out and catching me | |
Hallucination - machine is back | |
Hallucination - ripped by the dogs | |
Hallucination - world in chaos | |
Hallucination - terminal terror | |
I am here alone in my hallucination | |
In infernal doom of the abyss | |
Cries of spiritual voice floating evil reign | |
Before my life is taken from the machine | |
To return to my mirror | |
If you find it's hard to believe | |
Take a step into the living lie | |
My passion it wants to control | |
Crystallized dimensions on nocturnal path | |
Enjoying by ripping the flesh from the bones | |
Memories passing blacker than darkness | |
And join my ceremonial circle of death | |
A diabolic sign in the clouds | |
Hallucination - machine is back | |
Hallucination - ripped by the dogs | |
Hallucination - world in chaos | |
Hallucination - terminal terror | |
Hallucination - machine is back | |
Hallucination - ripped by the dogs | |
Hallucination - world in chaos | |
Hallucination - terminal terror |
zuo qu : Classen, Holy Moses | |
I am here alone in my hallucination | |
In infernal doom of the abyss | |
Cries of spiritual voice floating evil reign | |
Before my life is taken from the machine | |
To return to my mirror | |
Walking up in a dark snowing night | |
I see something that seems to come | |
Frozen dreams of a dying realm | |
As in a true hallucination | |
Hate rises no authorities | |
Consider this decision obscure | |
Disorder of my dreams with wide open eyes | |
I can see the cold machines domination | |
A dark image vivid enough to be | |
Floating the evil reign in my fear | |
Shadows of passed eternal years | |
Unreal damnation to kill my soul | |
Hallucination machine is back | |
Hallucination ripped by the dogs | |
Hallucination world in chaos | |
Hallucination terminal terror | |
Illusions occur when feelings arrives | |
And anxiety will disappear | |
My fear Is projected on external objects | |
Lightening the time when I was a child | |
Perceives threatening faces and monsters | |
In the dark shadows at night | |
I can see the machines killing arms | |
Like unholy goblins of dead trees | |
In the fog of my dreams I perceive | |
Inanimate holocaust objects | |
As the raw attacking enemy rites | |
They reach out and catching me | |
Hallucination machine is back | |
Hallucination ripped by the dogs | |
Hallucination world in chaos | |
Hallucination terminal terror | |
I am here alone in my hallucination | |
In infernal doom of the abyss | |
Cries of spiritual voice floating evil reign | |
Before my life is taken from the machine | |
To return to my mirror | |
If you find it' s hard to believe | |
Take a step into the living lie | |
My passion it wants to control | |
Crystallized dimensions on nocturnal path | |
Enjoying by ripping the flesh from the bones | |
Memories passing blacker than darkness | |
And join my ceremonial circle of death | |
A diabolic sign in the clouds | |
Hallucination machine is back | |
Hallucination ripped by the dogs | |
Hallucination world in chaos | |
Hallucination terminal terror | |
Hallucination machine is back | |
Hallucination ripped by the dogs | |
Hallucination world in chaos | |
Hallucination terminal terror |
zuò qǔ : Classen, Holy Moses | |
I am here alone in my hallucination | |
In infernal doom of the abyss | |
Cries of spiritual voice floating evil reign | |
Before my life is taken from the machine | |
To return to my mirror | |
Walking up in a dark snowing night | |
I see something that seems to come | |
Frozen dreams of a dying realm | |
As in a true hallucination | |
Hate rises no authorities | |
Consider this decision obscure | |
Disorder of my dreams with wide open eyes | |
I can see the cold machines domination | |
A dark image vivid enough to be | |
Floating the evil reign in my fear | |
Shadows of passed eternal years | |
Unreal damnation to kill my soul | |
Hallucination machine is back | |
Hallucination ripped by the dogs | |
Hallucination world in chaos | |
Hallucination terminal terror | |
Illusions occur when feelings arrives | |
And anxiety will disappear | |
My fear Is projected on external objects | |
Lightening the time when I was a child | |
Perceives threatening faces and monsters | |
In the dark shadows at night | |
I can see the machines killing arms | |
Like unholy goblins of dead trees | |
In the fog of my dreams I perceive | |
Inanimate holocaust objects | |
As the raw attacking enemy rites | |
They reach out and catching me | |
Hallucination machine is back | |
Hallucination ripped by the dogs | |
Hallucination world in chaos | |
Hallucination terminal terror | |
I am here alone in my hallucination | |
In infernal doom of the abyss | |
Cries of spiritual voice floating evil reign | |
Before my life is taken from the machine | |
To return to my mirror | |
If you find it' s hard to believe | |
Take a step into the living lie | |
My passion it wants to control | |
Crystallized dimensions on nocturnal path | |
Enjoying by ripping the flesh from the bones | |
Memories passing blacker than darkness | |
And join my ceremonial circle of death | |
A diabolic sign in the clouds | |
Hallucination machine is back | |
Hallucination ripped by the dogs | |
Hallucination world in chaos | |
Hallucination terminal terror | |
Hallucination machine is back | |
Hallucination ripped by the dogs | |
Hallucination world in chaos | |
Hallucination terminal terror |