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MOURNFUL GRACE LYRICS
"A Season Of Eternal Sadness" (2004 Demo)
1. Despise, In The Name Of Hate
2. Thorns
3. An Eternal Season Of Sadness
1. Despise, In The Name Of Hate
Destruction Or Deconstruction
In Your Useless Life
Until I Live
I Think, I Scream My Hate
Someone, Like You
I Hope You Die With Pain
Good Believer
The Better Than The Man
MY VOICE IS RISING
I CAN'T LIVE IN THIS LIFE
THE WORST THING
BUT I DESPISE THE MASS
Nothing For Humanity
It's The Only Way
All For Everyone
A Dream Called Utopia
Come Back, The World
To The Chaos Of Its Birth
In My Cross I Burn
They Said I Must Die
MY VOICE IS RISING
I CAN'T LIVE IN THIS LIFE
THE WORST THING
BUT I DESPISE THE MASS
(solo)
MY VOICE IS RISING
I CAN'T LIVE IN THIS LIFE
THE WORST THING
BUT I DESPISE THE MASS
2. Thorns
Anguish, Pain
An Announced Doom
Days Of Scorn
Light Reveals
The Stupidity
In All The Mankind
A Useless Joy
Fills Their Eyes
Patethic Soul
Reality Is
A Grey Jailer
Ready To Hurt
THORNS IN MY HEART
NO MORE THEY HURT
WHEN I LAY
IN THE SHADOWS
FAR FROM THE SUN
LEAVE ME IN THIS HELL
UNTIL I DIE
FOREVER MORE
LOST IN YOUR ARMS
I'LL WAIT YOUR KISS
Thinking In
And About Myself
I Don’t Believe
Ever In All
Life People God
And Posters On The Wall
Hate For Hate
Immoderate
Justice Supported By
The Subjective
Personally
Blind Mentality
THORNS IN MY HEART
NO MORE THEY HURT
WHEN I LAY
IN THE SHADOWS
FAR FROM THE SUN
LEAVE ME IN THIS HELL
UNTIL I DIE
FOREVER MORE
LOST IN YOUR ARMS
I'LL WAIT YOUR KISS
3. An Eternal Season Of Sadness
Filthy And Presumtous Comes Pale The Dawn
Bringing The Life, To A New Leaden Existance
Where Lies Beneath, The Decaying.
The Spring Impend, And Seeds Of Sadness Grow
Let Undress Us Of Our Clothes Of False Joy
And Turn Our Eyes To Eternal Corruption
THE CRIPPLED HEART, FOLLOW THE BEAT OF DEATH
THAT RISE, FROM THE INSIDE, FLOWING IN
AN ETERNAL SEASON OF SADNESS
Swallow The Grave Of The Frozen Feelings
And Shout The Name Of The Unnamable Sorrow
To Wither Within, Your Wretched Soul
While Shiny Rays Of Melancholic Light
Shatter The Morning Making Me Bleed
I Discover The Meaning Of Life
THE CRIPPLED HEART, FOLLOW THE BEAT OF DEATH
THAT RISE, FROM THE INSIDE, FLOWING IN
AN ETERNAL SEASON OF SADNESS
IN THIS ROTTEN PLACE
A MOURNFUL GRACE
HIDE THE DECADENCE
OF OUR PRESENCE
(solo)
Ch’io non sia ciò che devo
Lugubre spettro fra spettri
Nella mestizia, riflessiva melancolia,
del ricordo d’un futuro luttuoso
che nella morte c’inebria
inviolata, permarrà,
e dirompente di vita
come dell’angelo Lucifero
rovinosa, la caduta
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