Nomad

Nomad - Insurrection lyrics

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Hungry eyes like a windReproduction blows off naked 
fields slightly Frozen mouths like a whirlGusty dance of 
angry speechesSatiated areas of lit groansMourning 
flagsThe grape picking is comingThere is cool rainy 
duskLumped desires are bitingDragged bodies of the 
torture are stinkingIt's time to flog the enlightened 
renovationGraves of battles and bowsRavens of whispers 
and dyingAd infinitum I'm hitting the nameThe anger has 
forgotten about the tornado on dry sandsOh, skies of 
power Oh, horizon of phantomsOh, you trampling my hopeOh, 
you keeping silent in a treeHungry senses - the velvetThe 
fortress choir pulsatesHeart of love is like lakesThe 
power is flowing inEchoes are loaded in cannons of 
freedomLines of unhappiness are in attributes of 
conquerorsScandals dug in childhood upSalutes oversounded 
because of dirties"My friend demon has given wings to 
me.Like a sage with his wisdom he has calculated the 
bloody trait of human applauses"
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Language: English

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