Bog-Morok - Neizbezhnost'
Day by day is getting closer
To become one more instance
When the dream turns into a problem
Taking shape, becoming real
Dream will be gone, dream will be dead
It won't meet your expectations
Neither now nor evermore
Everything we only dream of
Seems to be like self-deception
Lost its meaning and its value
Turned into failure and defection
Taking shape, becoming real
Dream will be gone, dream will be dead
It won't meet your expectations
No!
Like sand through our fingers
Making everything linger
Time waits for no one
Slowly wiping all of us
Help me find what i can see
Just only sometimes in my dreams
Something that has no chance to turn into reality
To become a failed reflection
Of what i saw in my dreams
That never leaves in pain and fear
Like sand through our fingers
Making everything linger
Time waits for no one
Slowly wiping all of us
Eliminating us
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Bog-Morok - Exequies
Another morning, one more day for climbing up It makes me wonder whether i will ever stop Empty phrases, greedy faces make me sick with pain So I try once again to wash this sticky
Bog-Morok - Generic
Faceless man looking at me Pointless stare passing through me Walking among your blueprints I feel I go insane I see you everyday but cannot recall your face I talk to
Bog-Morok - Neizbezhnost'
Everything that was in the distance Day by day is getting closer To become one more instance When the dream turns into a problem Taking shape, becoming real Dream will be
Bog-Morok - Свет в конце тоннеля
СВЕТ! ГДЕ ЭТОТ СВЕТ? ГДЕ ЭТОТ СВЕТ В КОНЦЕ ТОННЕЛЯ?! НЕТ! ЕГО НЕТ И НЕ БУДЕТ! НЕТ И НЕ БУДЕТ! НАС ВСЕХ ОБМАНУЛИ! ГОЛОС НАШ ТИХ, ЕГО НИКТО ЕГО НЕ УСЛЫШИТ ПОКА ОН НЕ СТАНЕТ
Bog-Morok - Systematic Hate
Look at me, i am not what you think of me Deep inside my mind there's nothing wrong I believe When it's tired when it sleeps i am fine at all But in a moment it wakes up
Bog-Morok - Shapeshifter
The light of consciousness is slowly dying Disappearing like a friable stream Something alien comes here prowling Filling the void yawning deep within Sounds are frozen in sticky
Bog-Morok - Hellstarter
I can hear your well-hidden thoughts Your dreams of devastation Of all that you can't calculate And put into your schemes "all humans are enemies And must be erased.
Bog-Morok - Decadence
I see their faces in papers and on TV screen I hear their voices everywhere creeping into ears The whores and fags, fun and sex, stupid talks and rags Dope for the masses, it will last
