Letras de Canciones Traducidas de Plasma Pool
Tenemos 7 canciones traducidas de Plasma Pool
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Bone Cutter
Artista: Plasma Pool Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 5 months ago
Bone Cutter
The lightning in the sky has devoured everything
ignorance is crawling like a fever
the lords of the four corners of the sky
and the four fallen up angels
all puppets created in the image of God
a slithering figure is approaching amongst the
dumb
Give Me Half
Artista: Plasma Pool Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 7 months ago
Give Me Half
Creatures behind the machines
are standing with their backs turned to the light
the dwelling machine is breathing
lifting its head
pictures, sounds and the essence
are pouring out of the light square:
your TV is breathing
and it adjusts You
Intro Fear
Artista: Plasma Pool Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 5 months ago
Intro Fear
Szorongást kelt és félelmet gerjeszt minden elementális erejû esemény, amely az ember testével, sõt testében történik meg.
Testével, mely egyedül ismerõs számára a világ összes formái közül, mely egyedül sajátja, mely kizárólagos helye az életben maradásra és pusztulásra eg
It Does Not Matter
Artista: Plasma Pool Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 7 months ago
It Does Not Matter
It does not matter
leaving sitting or standing up
is the same thing
everything I leave behind is
a pile of bones
I slither, I fly
in an empty space
and I descend with the storm
to the sea.
Silent Shores
Artista: Plasma Pool Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 5 months ago
The fermentation is soaking into the cells
It is transfiguring that the girl is fighting for us
The prayer of drowing is a burning daffodil
Its mass is the loneliness that is surging in the blood
Ancient rupture in the unbearable deed
I light vault clouding over us
Only
The Anatomy Of The Fall
Artista: Plasma Pool Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 9 months ago
The Anatomy Of The Fall
Paths do not exist any longer
since they have left together with the forces
strengthened by the sound of the rage
the last ones of those who stood against ill intentions
what is left are the black faults of the ruler
of those wallowing in