Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kempi , by - Black Sun Empire. Song from the album Lights and Wires, in the genre Драм-н-бэйсRelease date: 14.11.2010
Record label: Black Sun Empire
Song language: English
Kempi |
| Yeah, yeah |
| This ain’t the synapse |
| Chill factor 60 |
| Microverse entered |
| So black, it’s slip stream |
| Dip both the headlights |
| Mountain to the background |
| Forcefield activate |
| Operation black cloud |
| Operation sub source |
| 8 gauge for hand over |
| Reset the mind field |
| This is what we planned sober |
| We stand closer |
| Fall back to vessel 2 |
| Team in position |
| Go smack the destitute |
| Ready to transmit |
| Grid map to the free load |
| Construct the rhythm tall |
| Stand by to decode |
| Survey the battlefield like site off all the blacktop |
| Power up the ammo yield |
| Close top on blackbox |
| I exhale the white mist |
| Cyber brain circus |
| Locked to pinpoint my sidefix |
| Brace for the kickback |
| Soon then I’m |
| Ghost hack to fly wall |
| Squeezed on the jump start |
| And respond to Messiah call |
| Black Sun Empire |
| Test of time |
| Nightfire |
| New dawn |
| New day |
| We emerge |
| As they fade away |
| Yeah, yeah |
| This ain’t the synapse |
| Chill factor 60 |
| Microverse entered |
| So black, it’s slip stream |
| Dip both the headlights |
| Mountain to the background |
| Forcefield activate |
| Operation black cloud |
| Operation sub source |
| 8 gauge for hand over |
| Reset the mind field |
| This is what we planned sober |
| We stand closer |
| Fall back to vessel 2 |
| Team in position |
| Go smack the destitute |
| Landscape mindswept |
| Feel the up evil |
| Widespread grievance |
| No sight of people |
| Trails of mass movement |
| Slowly diminishing |
| As the earth burns |
| My backs burns are grimacing |
| Bittersweet silhouette |
| Promise of a new age |
| Eclipsed by a red mist |
| Or a burst of blue haze |
| All I see is carrying |
| Souls flee to starscape |
| Yeah, check, yo |
| Black Sun Empire |
| Dawn Of A Dark Day |
| Feet pounding the asphalt |
| Streets clouding in ash fall |
| We solemnly remember as we step through the embers |
| The absence of siren sounds deafening our senses |
| No more pretenses |
| Smoldering picket fences |
| Head bowed, we tread south, gathering wood to straggle us |
| Silence is our language |
| Shattered, we’re wounded travelers |
| Battered by the heat swell |
| Dust reflecting heat tone |
| Future’s in our hands once we resurrect the genome |
| Black Sun Empire |
| Test of time |
| Nightfire |
| New dawn |
| New day |
| We emerge |
| As they fade away |
| New dawn |
| New day |
| We emerge |
| As they fade away |