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Fallen - Eucharist

"My scarlet visions, like refelections of my subconscious. Beyond the starlit heaven the horizon burns with flames, so red. As my eyes bear witness to this euphoria, this apocalypse, I hear the gates within"

Heresy In Disguise - Falconer

"Behind the dark walls dark secrets hide in the shadows An coil presence in the fortress of light Darkness is falling as the spirit of god slips away You're a sinner by night and a holy saint by day In"

51St state - New Model Army

"Look out of your windows, watch the skiesRead all the instructions with bright blue eyesWe're W.A.S.Ps, proud American sonsWe know how to clean our teeth and how to strip down a gunWe're the 51st state"

Science Fiction: Nova Lepidoptera - Barclay James Harvest, The

"Barclay James Harvest, The XII Science Fiction: Nova Lepidoptera Silver, drifting on high Deep range star lords Rebel land of black night Float by your stars Mistress of fear see me towards always Nova"

Debris: The Magenta Harvest: Liquid Flesh - And Oceans

"Debris: The Magenta Harvest: Liquid Flesh There lies a body: cold, bloated and empty Like all the other: victims together The happiness in silence: good without pretence And the last day: with a smile"

Put A straw under Baby - Brian Eno

"Put a straw under baby Your good deed for the day Put a straw under baby Keep the splinters away. Let the corridors echo As the dark places grow Hear Superior's footsteps On the landing below. There's"

Fun In Space - Roger Tylor

"Strangers in a strange land In an alien heat Journeys made by no man In event of defeat This ship sings to the skies This ship sings to the skies For all you, Gals and guys Stranger than fiction The smile"

Chambers Of Hate - Ad Hominem

"The primordial fear of a man feeds the upmost rapture of his enemy They exhale that nauseous smell of the late corrupted mankind They exhale the fear and grief of those who perished therein They exhale"

Koka Kola - The Clash

"Elevator! Going up! In the gleaming corridors of the 51st floor The money can be made if you really want some more Executive decision-a clinical precision Jumping from the windows-filled with indecision I"

You Were But A Ghost In My Arms - Agalloch

"Like snowfall, you cry a silent storm Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall... Amber nectar, misery ichor ...cascading in streams of hallowed form For each stain, a forsaken shadow You are the lugubrious"

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