Behold, the Tarantella все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I finally see your true colors. The radiance makes me uneasy. The collision of patterns distort my perception, yet I feel alive. The curiosity peaks and I'm entranced in your design. For a moment I'm lifted until the patterns pull me down. Gravity. The pendulum sways with ease. Momentum will carry me as I fall victim to these visions. I'll see beyond the luminosity. These transformations, the alteration of the mind, of what we perceive. You'll speak in tongues, but you'll speak with ease. Still, no one will listen. Scenery will rust away. Once again you'll fall victim. Parasitic decay. We must push forward and reactivate their minds. Demonstrate the beauty of our anatomy. We were built to embrace higher mentality, a consciousness we thought we could never achieve. That we could not achieve. Demonstrate the beauty of our anatomy. Separate from the shell that holds us back from reality. When there is nothing left, we must transcend. When there is nothing left, will this world end? Is this the end? When you're staring death in the face are you confident that you have found clarity? BLEH!?

At the Throat of the World: there he stands with the answers to every question that you've ever held. And with their voices high I'm summoned to the skies to bring forth Alduin's demise. From the dawn of time is was foretold that the Dragonborn will rise once more. Absorbing souls; disintegrate to bone. I'll begin to shout through the way of the voice. FUS! Seven thousand steps could never hold me down. The prophecy will be fulfilled. I shall wear the jagged crown. Climbing higher never to look back. I have the world in my hands. This is my path. And when I reach the top this world will ice over, storms will fill the skies. I've done this on to you by the sound of my voice. I am the Dragonborn! FUS RO! To the front lines! It's now or never! We spill Imperial blood for the greater good of the world. FUS RO DAH! I am the Dragonborn!

I need some time to myself, but I hate being alone. Why do I feel so isolated when motion and sound is constant? How can I find myself? I just need silence. I'll cast it out: the color, the shape, the dimension, the sound. When nothingness hits I will drown in the wavelengths. A clear conscience will bring endless possibilities. In this realm we control and manipulate anything. We are beings of light. Beneath the cloak you're just like me: frail beings with cosmic potency. Sweet sympathy in the construct of consistency. Can you feel it? Can you hear it? The world is changing right beneath our feet. Just trade it all: the parchment for the pen. The signature defies you. It binds us all to contractual simulation. We play the game, the unconscious quarantine. Remove yourself from their grasp. Immanent decadence awaits you. So find the light.