Forgotten Sunrise
Can you explain How does it feel? To lick the morningmoon And suck the juice of rain Please throw me Back into the boat of life So, please - help me Come in and close the door Sit down and play You know you'll lose this final game With waves and flames Let's keep your oainfree blinded mind And sold-out soul up high Feel free to lick the morningmoon And suck the juice of rain
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
The funeral parade is now I'm forgetting my mind Cry — I laugh my cry Snowman is dying — please forgive him Blown-up bears are dancing — don't hurt 'em White — but why? Light — at least never! Yellow cemetery moved to the moon again A wind is whispering to me That he is closed by fantasy Clean my soul Sometimes candles burn without fire If you can only believe in it Get stoned and fly a little higher To kiss with Mary Jane And Love So Dark desires
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Divinely on oath for virtues I plead The power forever remains below me Divienly on oath for virtues I plead Using my last opportunity My soul is so impure and dark That ravens thought me one of them Tormenting thoughts still chase my mind And I don't know how this will end I would let heaven fall apart And hell to be destroyed And people to die out so there Would be much less of noise Amalgamate all gods to one Who then would suite my soul What rapture — free would be the way to much a greater goal Absolution out of hand Soul of mine is black and damp
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
I'm standing in gloomy mist And thinking of days that are gone I can see the shower of arrows The dragon-headed bosts it comes from How the wells of blood were filled As our ancestors stood and spelled Their incantations to mighty Uku And Taara their wishes fulfilled The oaken clubs were broken And sky extinguished in fire The wolves howled in the woods And swapm called them into its mire The nation has stood for itself For centuries of pertinacity Using its natural powers Stood in danger bravely facing it With fiery gold, with fiery steel They have tried to mke us bend the knee Let them try - cunning maliciously Let them try - they will not succeed We possess the will to fight We possess our ancestral rage That can move the clouds in the sky And give us power to prevail I'm standing in gloomy mist And thinking of days that are gone How the ancient home of my ancestors The home of pain and grief has become
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Over the forest, above the cliffs A train flies on the wings It has eyes and voice and if it can make it... ...brings me to a place above the hills Carries me to a spot higher than mind To where air and time stand still Where victims their safety can find I sit in the embrace of the train Enjoying the view outside Blurred by the teardrops of rain Coming down from the heights of the sky Like I was dead, like I was away Life lies on the side where I used to stay With water and air Myslef one I feel So good to be alive Just drinking my tea The foreign hum of the tunnels And the very vivid shining Drag me into myself Life - a gift or penality Death - life's dream of liberty
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
I'm standing in gloomy mist And thinking of days that are gone I can see the shower of arrows The dragon-headed bosts it comes from How the wells of blood were filled As our ancestors stood and spelled Their incantations to mighty Uku And Taara their wishes fulfilled The oaken clubs were broken And sky extinguished in fire The wolves howled in the woods And swapm called them into its mire The nation has stood for itself For centuries of pertinacity Using its natural powers Stood in danger bravely facing it With fiery gold, with fiery steel They have tried to mke us bend the knee Let them try - cunning maliciously Let them try - they will not succeed We possess the will to fight We possess our ancestral rage That can move the clouds in the sky And give us power to prevail I'm standing in gloomy mist And thinking of days that are gone How the ancient home of my ancestors The home of pain and grief has become
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
The funeral parade is now I'm forgetting my mind Cry — I laugh my cry Snowman is dying — please forgive him Blown-up bears are dancing — don't hurt 'em White — but why? Light — at least never! Yellow cemetery moved to the moon again A wind is whispering to me That he is closed by fantasy Clean my soul Sometimes candles burn without fire If you can only believe in it Get stoned and fly a little higher To kiss with Mary Jane And Love So Dark desires
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Divinely on oath for virtues I plead The power forever remains below me Divienly on oath for virtues I plead Using my last opportunity My soul is so impure and dark That ravens thought me one of them Tormenting thoughts still chase my mind And I don't know how this will end I would let heaven fall apart And hell to be destroyed And people to die out so there Would be much less of noise Amalgamate all gods to one Who then would suite my soul What rapture — free would be the way to much a greater goal Absolution out of hand Soul of mine is black and damp
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026