CREATOR NOVEMBER

Music & Lyrics: Slav

 

Operation called ‘sad war’

Everything based on the dolls

Their weapons today are knifes

Creator nowhere dies

 

The Ancient Time Of Promised land

Dead leafs are souls of strange damned ones

 

Whe the roots have burning arms

souls fall on ground much bizzare

Anamnesis sounds fade-out

damned ones want time

 

The Ancient Time Of Promised land

Dead leafs are souls of strange damned ones

 

When the fools have burning stars

Flakes fall down much bizzare

Diagnose is called fade-out

Human Race want time

 

The Ancient Time Of Promised land

Dead leafs are souls of strange damned ones

 

If i lost reason to feel like realize

Like a promise ‘live and die’

Rotting nest of the whiles grows up by your mind

Like promise you’ll live and die