Charisma letra

"Let me drip the poison in your ears"
- So a mouth turns to a megaphone -
But the words don't touch a head
For on the way to that kindled place
They're lost in the labyrinth called soul
With no dark exits but some strange aggression...

"Let me drip the poison in your ears"
- So a lane turns to a common grave -
Charisma's the word noone understands
But with ya feelings you suck that face
You swallow it to the fill the last gap of your heart
So the letters contaminate organisms, too!

Creatures come onto the lane
We're playin' on the burning timpani
Dance in the circle the fire builds
Dance until the night will never end...

Peoples come onto the lane
We're playin' on the dead timpani
My sepulchral voice will sound for you
Like the best of Mozart's symphonies!

Creatures come onto the lane
We're playin' on the rotting timpani
Dance with me le danse macabre
My face: the mirror of your dreams!

Peoples come onto the lane
We're playin' on the burning timpani
Dance in the circle the fire builds
Dance until the night will never end...
...until the stars will never shine...

Printed At Bismarck's Death - Letras

• Ηδονη
• Π...S-;31:
• Äsop ist tot
• Bethsabee (2.Samuel 11)
• Burning Minstrel
• Camuanorghia
• Charisma
• Dead mediocrities
• Drapa
• Embryo
• Excelsior Drowning
• Frights of the retina
• Goethe's waxworx
• Hands of the dome
• House of the rising sun
• Jevers-Sand
• Lament - con odio
• Laokoon
• Last hour's sleep (Edit)
• Looking for words for Vukovar
• MacBanquo
• Meet Moshe Dayan in a Russian bunker
• Never send flowers to a clergyman's funeral
• O what can ail thee...
• Ophelia on the 7th floor
• Pseudo-Philon
• Sacrifizio dell'intelletto
• Sheherazade (parla d'exorcisme)
• The Rusty Rivers
• The wasted land
• Three victims of bloody March