[Music by Libor KrA¬vA k / Lyrics by Lucie StryckovA ] I won't live it up tomorrow poisoned blood runs in my veins my soul's sinking into sorrow I'm
[Music by Libor KrA¬vA k] [Instrumental]
Can't tell you why I feel what I feel Can't tell you why think what I think I feel the rage in my hands, the need to kill I see the cage that keeps me
[Music by Libor KrA¬vA k / Lyrics by TomA s SuchacA?k] The end gets near Fear controls your soul Hell opens door And from there riders roll Defenders
creature which sin is resection of thy nature for you are a predator! and the dispute of such a fact is mockery of your existence oohh nemesis be thy
the gift of seeing Nemesis of neglect nemesis of neglect Into the specture of that loathly lair face it for your vein is fleeing Nemesis of neglect nemesis
Und auf einmal war Krieg, wir kannten ihn nicht mehr. In Vergessenheit geraten, war auf einmal der Krieg.
There's a meaning to the signs The signs throughout the times We read them but deny The tokens Flight of endless times The end of peace describes its
strains Some hope remains Pain repressed Suffering in silence Grudge progressed Craving for vengeance Upheaval Driven by the nurture of grudge Nemesis
body, my canvas of exploration, My playground of pus Becoming, A self made god, a tool moulded by society A - a nemesis of man, The emotions of which
Time to live, time to hope Time to forget, time to look back Time to fall down, time to keep time In my head, confusion Present becomes past and the
for one We are one nemesis One for all, all for one We are strong, we are one One for all, all for one We are one nemesis
bratfertigen Liebe Und der einst gerade Balken ist nun angewinkelt Und tragt den Docht nicht mehr English translate: Through Stained Touch Of My Nemesis
(Music by Matton - February 1997 Poems by Bartsch - February 1997) Vielleicht, Unerwartet, lie? ein Skorpion jenes los was man jetzt noch nicht wu?te
(Music by Matton - February 1997 Poems by Bartsch - February 1997) Vielleicht, Unerwartet, lie ein Skorpion jenes los was man jetzt noch nicht wute und
Babylon asleep, an everlasting foe Striving to hurt, for flesh becomes dirt Resting within, the sacred fire I can't withhold, the lies untold Dances
of doom Wastelands without winds Cries cut through the lies The heat of the deserts Heart closes to my throat Will death cleanse me of this nemesis I
is my heart Black is my heart, I am nemesis Black is my heart, black is my heart Black is my heart, I am nemesis, nemesis, nemesis Tonight is the night