Texty piesní Cemetery of Scream

Cemetery of Scream

Absinthe

In the vapours of opium

In a smoky Paris salon

Like a black-and-white photo

It's a kind of deja vu

Dancing girls

Their faces veiled

Naked bellies

Empty stares

Hissing snakes

Around their necks

You are there but you don't care

Absinthe in your mind and body

Wormwood taste inside your mouth

See that masquerade of shadows

Hear the voices in your head

And you're writing drunken poems

And you're kissing your sweet muse

Candles burning on the tables

And the night belongs to you

You you you you...

Every day is forgotten

When you dive into the madness

And her snake is your totem

It's a kind of deja vu

Drinking more

Smoking more

Fame and glory

At your door

Break the seal

Get unreal

You are there but you don't care

Absinthe in your mind and body

Wormwood taste inside your mouth

See that masquerade of shadows

Hear the voices in your head

And you're writing drunken poems

And you're kissing your sweet muse

Candles burning on the tables

And the night belongs to you

You you you you...

Early dawn you are half awake

Heavy eyes and a dizzy head

What's a dream ,what is real life?

You're just waiting for another night