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Black Sunday

Mephistofeles
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[2016]
Testo e musica / Lyrics and music / Paroles et musique / Sanat ja sävel:
Mephistofeles
Album: Whore


 Eugène Delacroix ,1828   Méphistophélès dans les Airs
Eugène Delacroix ,1828 Méphistophélès dans les Airs



In attesa del black Monday (o black Minday ?) ecco il terzo della serie della band metallara argentina Mephistofeles
It's getting dark and the lights outside, show me something
I see you as my eyes go blind, lights are softly
I hear you as you are talking by, your words mean nothing
I wonder how are you still alive, in this black Sunday.

Across the hills and the seven seas, I look for nothing
My mind was settled as the holy skies, a black sun rises
A deathless body just wakes again, dying softly
I don't know how are you still alive, in this black Sunday.

It's getting hot in the summertime, at least it's something
My eyes go blind as a black sun rises, lifeless morning
I realise you are talking dead, your life means nothing
I wonder how are you still alive, lifeless morning.

Contributed by Riccardo Gullotta - 2019/11/30 - 16:52



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