Hydrazoic Acid
Skeptic
Very nice oldie song. A like the melodies and light mood of it. 8.5/10.
Slavery Of Illusions by Aria.
Lyrics in spoiler.
Slavery Of Illusions by Aria.
Lyrics in spoiler.
In the land of the ancient ancestors, I grew up like a stranger
And I've not respected nor saints nor demons.
I was going against the wind, I walked right through
To the world of strangers and free people
But I was never a slave of illusions!
People here are praying to God and Satan -
'Cause It's difficult to live without a master.
And each human has built himself through the prison
Believing in the righteousness of the royal lies
But I was never a slave of illusions
Chorus:
Here are three white soaring eagles
On the top near me,
They names are Pride, Spirit and Peace,
And there are no good, neither evil behind them.
Hey, stop at the top near me,
Where three white eagles soars,
They names are Pride, Spirit and Peace,
And there are only cold sky behind them,
No good, neither evil
People are cursing me, they laughed in my face
And all the old women has spits in my wake
Friends has awarded me a crown of thorns
And prophesied many ills to me -
But I was never a slave of illusions!
But even in the hour of death I'll not change myself,
And no one will put the cross on my grave.
I will be free, but thrice stranger,
For empty and cold skies
But i'll never be a slave of illusions!
Chorus.
And I've not respected nor saints nor demons.
I was going against the wind, I walked right through
To the world of strangers and free people
But I was never a slave of illusions!
People here are praying to God and Satan -
'Cause It's difficult to live without a master.
And each human has built himself through the prison
Believing in the righteousness of the royal lies
But I was never a slave of illusions
Chorus:
Here are three white soaring eagles
On the top near me,
They names are Pride, Spirit and Peace,
And there are no good, neither evil behind them.
Hey, stop at the top near me,
Where three white eagles soars,
They names are Pride, Spirit and Peace,
And there are only cold sky behind them,
No good, neither evil
People are cursing me, they laughed in my face
And all the old women has spits in my wake
Friends has awarded me a crown of thorns
And prophesied many ills to me -
But I was never a slave of illusions!
But even in the hour of death I'll not change myself,
And no one will put the cross on my grave.
I will be free, but thrice stranger,
For empty and cold skies
But i'll never be a slave of illusions!
Chorus.
