From Nameless Oracle Lyrics
Sons of human they will knowWhat's the point of being humanThrough the fight with sons of mindHave no way to get some knowledgeDashing in the bloodish chaosHave no fade to get some powerIn the days of fight to deathCalling Atl'aman, we'll see the damn of heavenCalling Atl'aman, we'll see the rising of PatalaLet the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortalsLet the powerfull swords with hostile crash the tamples of the lieAnd when the half of everething came,When the battle pass throught the top of horror violenceSeven Atl'aman came from the dark valley of EarthAnd the chaos hadn't power to sighn'emThere was the sons with eyes full of fury passionOf there world and the languages gave the softness of their heartsThese are by the command of AtlStanding up at the head of the armyThese are by the command of godsSeven as one they will takeOld the sons of humanityTo theFinal attack with the darkness and weakness of mindShall we do knowwhat's the point of holly visions?Wanna to try?Are you ready for blind?Shall we do knowwhat's the point of crying and tears?Wanna to see are you ready to fill?Shall we do knowWhat's the point of freedom and power?Wanna to see?Are you ready to lose?Shall we do knowWhat's the points of honour and bravery?Wanna to try are you ready to die?No.......................One! Will be down!Will lost!The everything!Great Pandulum! Will reel! Again!Everlasting pain! Do not! Leave'em!Hold! By power of the weel!At the hopeless deadly lines!You're as the stars now,Fell down, to wail yourselfRoaming though the dusk dimensions.Here, in the highlands,Battle will complete at last.Visionary dream,Become a horor weaponHere, at crossing sidesTwo forces tell the truthOf the innocent meaning of lies.Come here, sit hereReturn your willThings are blink now, visions make you to healSleep now, rest now,You're lost your wingsDream is real now indulgence in foollish it means(Vano Monolog)In the deepestdream going human sons, timly touchesThay greatpower, timly slidesover itAnd didn't know what was thatvisionery meetingsBlashing in the sacred spirit.Losing memories of the being, they hadTo woke the abilityof magic nature...Becousetimes by times the heaven over the mankindWill stay pury and cold as the phantasmal dream.Only little sparks of light are blinking somewhere.It will wake up and recall the hole sorrow madness of the dream.Blashing...small fire begins to grow up...Yes, too small but it's real fireA little hope that dreaming wouldn't go any longer.Slowly...slowly...the other sparks of fireGet the mists of Dragon Lore...now look! Answering to mists of lore another sleepersBegin to dreamed woryCalling Atl'aman, we'll see the damn of heavenCalling Atl'aman, we'll see the rising of PatalaLet the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortalsLet the powerfull swords with hostile crash the tamples of the lie
Tvangeste From Nameless Oracle
