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Hermes the Keeper
03:47
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Dawn over Nephilim planet fields.
Black swans in orchards of Eden.
Mercury, the guardian of the gate, deep sleep
Crown of Thorns, Crown of Kings, causes a terrible pain.
When you look want to far.
Try look under foot.
You search our star.
This present of Hermes-keeper.
When you look want to far
Try look under foot
You can see white light wounder star from Hermes-keeper.
As inviolable seal of King Hohenheim
Like a Venus morning flame
As a quivering reflection in the waters of an ancient silver stream
Birds of Eden Island her will rise in our dream.
When you look want to far.
Try look under foot.
You search our star.
This present of Hermes-keeper.
When you look want to far
Try look under foot
You can see white light wounder star from Hermes-keeper.
light wounder star from Hermes-keeper.
light wounder star from Hermes-keeper.
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2. |
Dead in to Vomit Street
03:57
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He walk in to vomit street
Not noticing anything
Around the smell of rotten fish and corn
He needs to get drunk quickly
Today he was betrayed
Around the smell of rotten fish and corn
That night he died on the Vomit street
Do not worry baby everything all right
He walk in to Vomit street
He was drunk like a pig
What find you, that I judge
Tripped, he fell and broke his head
Tripped, he fell and became dead
What find you, that I judge
That night he died on the Vomit street
Do not worry baby everything all right
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3. |
Widow
04:36
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She is stand
She is stand In the silence of dungeons
In a rich,In a rich shroud dressed.
The baby knows about the sorrow in her arms.
The White star over her.
Take me to where father wait his child
Where Jupiter defeated
Take me to where the radiance of the white star lights the magical seal
There, I will follow the wheel tracks to a black widow.
On your head of heavenly veil.
In your right hand the virginal child
The baby knows about the sorrow in her arms.
The White star over her
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I go to the club on a dark street
A lot of people someone hangs in my ears.
Hear curses someone trying to start a fight there are people in sportswear.
Clink of bottles, the police, someone gets into a fight with the police.
Shake,shake sugar this dream at night.
Shake,shake sugar absinthe's victim.
Shake,shake sugar dream at night.
Shake,shake sugar absinthe's victim.
It all seems like a bad dream.
All around in a dry the smoke.
I'm sitting on the couch, near sleeping drunk stripper.
Two of shapeless creatures twitch on the dance floor.
Shake,shake sugar dream at night.
Shake,shake sugar absinthe's victim.
Shake,shake sugar dream at night.
Shake,shake sugar absinthe's victim.
When Flame in My Head
I'm lying in a hotel room
Fresh air and sunshine everywhere
Neighbors screaming behind the wall
But hammer blow and flame in my head
When flame is in my head..
Fresh in my room and birds sing
I remember everything
I somewhere in Europe I look at the wall
But hammer blow and flame in my head
When flame is in my head..
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But hammer blow and flame in my head
I somewhere in Europe.
In hotel lying on the bed.
Yeah! Absinthe's victim.
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5. |
The Taste of Woodcheaps
04:05
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He worked in a carpenter's workshop
For days he made coffins to order
Every day it is like the previous
He was planing grave
We shout in pain But others do not hear
We shout in pain But annoying pain of another
His life we spend in useless worries
But at the end of life, we need a mortician
Around the sad faces of friends and rivals who rejoice
Ceremony will be over soon.
Everything in our life has a taste of woodcheaps
From the workshop of the undertaker
We shout in pain But others do not hear
We shout in pain But annoying pain of another
His life we spend in useless worries
But at the end of life, we need a mortician
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6. |
Arrive to Heaven
06:47
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On this night, I'm drowning in the moonlight
I'm drowning in her eyes like the sea
Wave sea surf break rocks of memory
I'm drowning in her eyes again
Broken wings in the wind
We should drop to the ground
It will hurt
But we will try to take off again
We will look to the sky with the pain falling on the ground
But we'll try to take off again
We are like a lover under silver moon
Our hearts into golden room
Arrive to Heaven
We will leave now our dream at night
We will go to heaven light
Arrive to Heaven
We are tired of this eternal war
We tried to break that wall
We break fingers of the rubble wall
We are drowning in sand sea again
Broken wings in the wind
We should drop to the ground
It will hurt
But we will try to take off again
We will look to the sky with the pain falling on the ground
But we'll try to take off again
We are like a lover under silver moon
Our heart into golden room
Arrive to Heaven
We will leave now our dream at night
We will go to heaven light
Arrive to Heaven
We will look to the sky with the pain falling on the ground
We will look to the sky with the pain falling on the ground
We will look to the sky with the pain falling on the ground
But we will try to take off again
We are like a lover under silver moon
Our heart in to golden room
Arrive to Heaven
We will leave now our dream at night
We will go to heaven light
Arrive to Heaven
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7. |
Neptune is Calling
03:24
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In my radio every night singing deep space
Get up from the bed and looking at the sky
The light of thousands of stars falling on me
In my telescope I catch a faint light from silent space.
Neptune is calling me
I eyed paves the way across the sky
Neptune is calling me
All the things that keeps me on earth will die
I work in the distant future on a spacecraft.
We deliver the coffins to the planets of the solar system.
A lot of our colonists die from solar winds.
All the planets many of our cemeteries and all have ceased to be romantic.
Neptune is calling me
I eyed paves the way across the sky
Neptune is calling me
All the things that keeps me on earth will die
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8. |
Mr. Drunkenstein
03:10
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He drank all the whiskey in the bar.
He put up a fight with the seller of hot chops.
Mr. Drunkenstein we are always together.
Mr. Drunkenstein what an unjust world.
Mr. Drunkenstein we are always together.
Mr. Drunkenstein it's time to stop.
He loudly sings obscene songs.
He sent all to hell.
Always have stock in your pocket
A bench in the park this is luxury bed.
Mr. Drunkenstein we are always together.
Mr. Drunkenstein what an unjust world.
Mr. Drunkenstein we are always together.
Mr. Drunkenstein it's time to stop.
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She Goes Far Beyond the Trees....
She Goes Far Beyond the Trees....
She Goes Far Beyond the Trees....
She Goes Far Beyond the Trees....
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10. |
Behind the Heaven Trees
05:10
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The silence in the celestial gardens.
All was silent and waiting for disaster
That who have been given the most punished
The sky and the time is distorted sin committed.
In the trees plangent cry
Stars look to the heavens from the earth.
The gates were closed forever.
We are waiting for the one who let us
Image and likeness of God you're kicked out of the Garden.
Possessing eternal life you chose the suffering
Stray, abandoned, lonely lost everything.
Stray, abandoned, lonely lost everything.
In the trees plangent cry
Stars look to the heavens from the earth.
The gates were closed forever.
We are waiting for the one who let us
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11. |
Green Slavery
05:23
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You're slipping away silently like an owl
In the night forest.
I follow you among huge trees.
You lead me on and on
There where a huge
Lake with red water on shore
Of which are singing siren.
Green Slavery, Green Slavery, Green Slavery
The smell of jasmine
And the siren song make me stay here forever.
I want to forget everything and never open eye.
But sirenical birds become harpies
Nasty screeching become their singing
I watched in fear the terrible sirens.
But I want to believe that this dreaming
Green Slavery, Green Slavery, Green Slavery
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12. |
Sad Coast of Volga
04:38
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Dreams are not constant as river sand.
Stereotypes are strong as rocks on the shore.
Lying - just an illusion
When we wake up the reality comes into its own.
Always want to stay on this coast of Volga
Forget everything on this coast of Volga
To carry his cross on this coast of Volga.
Fall and rise on this coast of Volga
Sin is a crime.
Love is repentance
Freedom is a victory for sin
And always, the eternal thirst of Heaven
Always want to stay on this coast of Volga
Forget everything on this coast of Volga
To carry his cross on this coast of Volga.
Fall and rise on this coast of Volga
Do not forget that we walk in fear
We are eternal accused
Do not forget that we walk in fear
We are eternal accused.
We are the sinners.
Always want to stay on this coast of Volga
Forget everything on this coast of Volga
To carry his cross on this coast of Volga.
Fall and rise on this coast of Volga
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13. |
The Resurrection (Outro)
03:58
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Χριστος άνέστη έκ νεκροων,
θανάτω θάνατον πατησας,
καί τοίς έν τοίς μνήμασι ζωήν
χαρισάμενος ...
Christ is risen from the dead, trampling down death by death, and upon those in the tombs bestowing life....
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DoppelgängeR was formed in 1994 in Moscow, Russia. DoppelgängeR's discography includes ten full-length albums. This is a band that has long become a clear marker of the Russian gothic scene. They are not just the most seasoned national team in this outline, but probably the most famous. ... more
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