in flamesin aşmış, bitirmiş albümü.
bana death metali sevdiren 2 şeyden birisidir. (diğeri için;(bkz: follow the reaper)) aynı zamanda albümün 7nci şarkısı.
the jester race
in flamesin 3. albumu. 1996 yılında çıkmıştır. şu şarkılardan oluşur efendim:
1-moonshield
2-the jester s dance
3-artifacts of the black rain
4-graveland
5-lord hypnos
6-dead eternity
7-the jester race
8-december flower
9-wayfaerer
10-dead god in me
1-moonshield
2-the jester s dance
3-artifacts of the black rain
4-graveland
5-lord hypnos
6-dead eternity
7-the jester race
8-december flower
9-wayfaerer
10-dead god in me
in flamesin 3. albumune adını veren şarkı. sözleri de şöyledir efendim:
rush faster on the one-way lane
the answers so silent
rusty gods in their machine-minds armours
grind our souls in the millstone of time
the "deathbed harvest" is dead mans banquet
of mould ridden bread and black, poisoned wine
and we go..our steps so silent
and we go..our blooded trace;
the jester race
calling our to the gathered masses;
their answers so silent
and we go..
embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age
that speak of silence and silence alone
offering the tokens, the reliced idols
to the heirs of the newly raped ground
inferior even to the transparent winds
lesser in motion and sound
and we go..
there is no trace of me
in their altered blueprints of life
gaia impaled on their horns and lances
to fumes from her body give case
as the throng of blind mind savour the scent,
dream-dead from prosaic and hate
sunwind strokes the electroheart,
ignition roars through the corridors,
stream launching the binary vessels
vanities in extreme formations
ride into tomorrows rigid great face
the machinery outlives the futile scripts
of our dying jester race
rush faster on the one-way lane
the answers so silent
rusty gods in their machine-minds armours
grind our souls in the millstone of time
the "deathbed harvest" is dead mans banquet
of mould ridden bread and black, poisoned wine
and we go..our steps so silent
and we go..our blooded trace;
the jester race
calling our to the gathered masses;
their answers so silent
and we go..
embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age
that speak of silence and silence alone
offering the tokens, the reliced idols
to the heirs of the newly raped ground
inferior even to the transparent winds
lesser in motion and sound
and we go..
there is no trace of me
in their altered blueprints of life
gaia impaled on their horns and lances
to fumes from her body give case
as the throng of blind mind savour the scent,
dream-dead from prosaic and hate
sunwind strokes the electroheart,
ignition roars through the corridors,
stream launching the binary vessels
vanities in extreme formations
ride into tomorrows rigid great face
the machinery outlives the futile scripts
of our dying jester race
in flamesin en takdire sayan albumu. melodeathi iliklerinize kadar hissedersiniz.
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