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Paradise Lost
Paradise Lost




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Paradise Lost Album


Icon (1993)
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Deus Misereatur
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A fallen time that's bygone
A crude elite that's from a distant zone
You turn a blind eye on what's "brave"
You don't know if it's the truth you told

Anger looks on the quiet dreaming
Seals the sense incandescent ones

Hold back desire for danger
A bet you lose, you'll have no way to turn
I see the man who lives and breathes corruption
Into a circle that you call your own

Don't run away, from the pain. A claim that you deal with
A power game, from within. Impossible for you to see this

Laid down the laws of deceit
The ones who cherish are the ones who'll go
Into the ashes of a tortured world
Only in mind's eye can you see a light

Harmony breaks, dark awakes, in old eyes - the trouble, feel it
Here to stay, mark the way, improvise the judgement hearing

Don't run away, from the pain. A claim that you deal with
A power game, from within. Impossible for you to see this

Anger looks on the quiet dreaming
Seals the sense incandescent ones

All remains of the glowing embers
Is a bleak cold irrelevance


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I am the one, to which you'll go
You are the one, from which I'll run...

Fading to grey, the wanton pray

You'll find shelter, I'll find none
I'll leave you pointless life undone

Breathing your days, my anguish stays

Fate of my face, I've seen your face
I turn and run, you'll have no place

Time is the father, in my corrupt mind
Pain, echoes, in the silent sky...
Remember life now?


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A mass of breathing souls
For times are desolate
Passing judgement on my sentence
As I perceive my dying day
Gime me a promise.
The word I will never hear
Sympathies forging, stalling in me

I'm closing all the doors
While my frown remians
Until I reach my golden haven
I'll let the sadness pass my way

Preaching the words of angels, to a darker side of man

My halo's fading with all the sin I deal
Have I been banished, 'a fogery'

Sear, the tender feeling as my solar glow dies
And I'm waiting for my sweet hell
You'll wait for 'your' hell, I wish you hell...

In time the hate corrodes
Our brains are desolate
And this prison which we serve in
Will be a witness to our pains

Preaching the words of angels, to a darker side of man


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Breathing here, and the air is clear
Changes of which I could foresee

Violence caressing, impending distress
As my body lay sleeping, enternally bleeding, and...

Shallow despair, broken years years you cannot repair
Summonded here, and all must see the hypocrisy
Peed back the face, the sorry mind, a vacant space
Born deprived, the moods expired in reality

A fantasy, based on harmony
A victim released accordingly

Scatter the ashes, remains of life's passages,
Mocking and meaningless, toys of the empty, and...

Mighty and proud, reaching up to touch the shroud
Tangled here, and far beyond from atrocity
Frozen and cold, bleak the memories of old
Times capsize the born desires for technology


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As a withered hand grips right through fear
The cold caressing rains
The reaping arms of silence, evolve for us to see

Overruled by a lack of paitence, it's untold
That's the secret that has mad it

Constructive powers flow desire
The last intense degree
Scratching at the surface, for all of us to hear

Gatrher around, the secrets that you know
And the speech that makes blood flow
Blame desire, you'll blame revenge

Standing at the solemn shores
Where blessed fools are born
Happiness is wasted, waster blood and tears

Re-abuse infiltration, it's untold
Raping life from other nations

The ritual explosive fires
Rewarding enemies
Shells of empty faces, crying to be free

Dying free, the spirits gather round
While the soul lays underground
Will the voices call again?


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You're breaking a chain
Lying until you can erase the past
Born with a look of deceit
Praying that all the bitter guilt's defeated
Born...

Stand on your own, killed from behind
Fools are blind, unwilling to accept, decline...
You'll turn a blind eye...

Bought by a sickening man
The weakened gather as fast as they can
'Whore' is what people roar
From fear of rejection,
You'll come back for more
Strong, don't see that love has ceased
In the end, only death release..

Stand on your own, Killed from behind
Fools are blind, you're on a lonely road...


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Into a depth of haze, I'll see you dead
The colossal rains flow like the breeze
A sheltered scenery as the arms outstrtch for me
You'll never walk again (In a sorry sea of pale sound uplif-
ting here, dark waters flow free through the achways of silent
dreams)
Brought back from centuries, creation seen
The colossal rains mortal spirits drained
Can this be real, what the frozen rains reveal
You'll never walk again (hear cries, way of reach and shallow
the silver breathes, the sun wakes the sleeping heat and
drowns in a mass disease)


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Fear this more (the more) than the hands of man's (disgrace)
It crushes forth (resenting) conquest its plan

Don't look back, will ever see your face again?

The domination (is in all) Imagination (space)
Caress endlessly (until we) inflame the soul...

Faling to return what's borrowed, devotion rights to me
I see a summer of winters merging gracefully

Don't look back, will we ever see your face again
Don't look back, will hear the weeping words again


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Come taste a century of hatred
Free from the sanity of them

Is there something, that you see in all of them
Non-believer, a time will come, but when ?

All you worship in life, destroyed by human hands,
Spare the trouble you feel, save a breath for your next

Spit on the laws that I made for you
Betray the treasures within hearts

Is there something in death that you think
reflects your life?
Come taste the loss that I feel, challenge paradise

All you worship in life destroyed by human hands,
Save the trouble you feel, a treasure with no price

It's disturbing, the joy I feel, but I feel it more


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Wretched will, host of pleasure surreal
Closed the room where the last is buried

Rise or fall at your master's request
You're unable to accept redemption

I don't know about a true belief here
With the 'lost' it's the same as always

All I want is the same, a true belief

You can't wait to become a memory
With the 'weak' it's the same as always

Stand confused lack of comprehension,
Re-aroused by a thought of madness

And I know that the truth is always right
But it's time to search for lies
You're the only I try to save
But the blood spills from your veins

Call counting time till the end
Death's wicked smile never fails
The curse is cast, you've lost the past
Forevermore, a candle burns here no more

I don't know about a century life
When the love of generations die

I can see no good in taking your own life
When any moment death calls...

All I want is the same, A true belief


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The sullen man before me turns a head and demonstrates
The power of a weak mind can't conceal or captivate

It's lost in a bleak scope of fragmented ways
Eternal non-events occur throughout its poor days
You're lost forever unable to see yourself
The thoughts arising, there's
no disguising where you've been...

Reveal to me, your mind's identify

You'll pay, pay for the feelings that you feed me
Don't hold on to what you call a life...

Anger compels a force of weakness or fear
I'll promise no forgiveness for the rest of my years
A negative release, subliminal urge
Unwish declining, grey thoughts reviving all the way...

Your fallen prey, a loser pays

You'll pay for the feelings that you feed me
Don't hold on to what you call a life...


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Innocent, beneath this sorry veil see 'you have'
Plenitude, the sweetness of a new born child
Its lost deserted reverence

For my life and the stars creation
For my life it's the same rejection
Lost in life, I'll blame it all on you

Loss of hope, falling situation
Readapt, death is life's temptation
Dying slow, I'll blame it all on you

Resurrect, the harsh tones of our self contempt recall
Fail to breathe, in sight no normal state of mind
In time the hour will fail to chimc

They bettray, uphold the law, accuse the future


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Deus Misereatur

[No lyrics]

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you have a history of holding back
a certain sweetness that I lack
sensitive till the day of the final strike
hatred coming on from greater heights

won't you stay away
I'll pass away a different day
won't you stay away
don't hold it against me...

looking down on a rogue this lonely frame
it's predictable the killing game
the sickness knows not what feels right
you gotta hold on to what feels right

won't you stay away
I'll pass away a different day
won't you stay away

together it's impossible
together it's impossible

I see blood on the robe
cold hearts will still haunt you


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