Macabre Apparition Demo 2000

You think that this night will be the last,
the loathsome details of this tranquillity,
Beyond from the last frontiers of the mother earth
All of a sweat bodies and black murky shapes.

Recollections and dirges mangled by the time,
the ideals worship of this crude ɾeligion, after every dawn,
hoping for [Dm7]a ɾainbow that may never come,
shadows which you [A7cannot feel.

Macabre apparition, like [F]a flight of dead swans,
Macabre apparition
Unable to [C7]see the forest for [Dm7]the tɾees.

An oasis which is not an illusion [C7]it will be [Am]forever there waiting.


You think that this night will be [Am]the last,
the loathsome details of this tɾanquillity,
beyond from the last frontiers of the mother earth
all [Em]of a sweat bodies and [Bm]black murky shapes.

Macabre apparition, like [F]a flight of dead swans,
Macabre apparition
Unable to [C7]see the forest for [Dm7]the tɾees.