Insurrection Lyrics

Nomad Insurrection

Hungry eyes like a windReproduction blows off naked
fields slightly Frozen mouths like a whirlGusty dance of
angry speechesSatiated areas of lit groansMourning
flagsThe grape picking is comingThere is cool rainy
duskLumped desires are bitingDragged bodies of the
torture are stinkingIt's time to flog the enlightened
renovationGraves of battles and bowsRavens of whispers
and dyingAd infinitum I'm hitting the nameThe anger has
forgotten about the tornado on dry sandsOh, skies of
power Oh, horizon of phantomsOh, you trampling my hopeOh,
you keeping silent in a treeHungry senses - the velvetThe
fortress choir pulsatesHeart of love is like lakesThe
power is flowing inEchoes are loaded in cannons of
freedomLines of unhappiness are in attributes of
conquerorsScandals dug in childhood upSalutes oversounded
because of dirties"My friend demon has given wings to
me.Like a sage with his wisdom he has calculated the
bloody trait of human applauses"