my silent undoing my silent undoing my silent undoing my silent undoing my wasp in a jar protruding hips and skull, and spine ribcage cuts a clear outline
Is that what we've been together much too long? The answer may not be in black and white We're always trying to prove who's right or wrong And now we'
Battle hymns, fire, blood and glory in the northern lands, Where the Gods command raise high my sword, for the reign of king, Open me the gate of my
The final curtain falls When agony recalls A touch of evil strikes When life surrenders Emerging emptiness A banished soul to bless My fading candle
(Pat Bunch/Doug Johnson) All Of My Life I Fought Hard For The Things I Have Wanted Caught Up In Blindly Believing The Strongest Survive But Here In Your
Is it that we been together much too long? The answer may not be in black and white We're always trying to prove who's right or wrong And now we're giving
Promises of paradise To you I sacrifice my life I'll take you with me To my after-life, if I could Yeah, just have faith it will begin Not filling that
God of Mercy, show your mighty hand. God of wonder, breathe on us again. Pre-Chorus: Your my King and all-consuming fire Heaven shakes, your might
It seems like I never see you. I wonder how big the gap is between us now? Or whose built the stronger bridge to each others heart. Feels like mine is
Kan du gje meg fem kroner til trikken? Trikken ga?r og eg trenger de na? Kan du gje meg fem kroner til trikken? Trikken ga?r og eg trenger de na?
Your pale skin is a razor sharp wire so I place these scales over my eyes Don't touch me. I'm sick. You whisper, But I hear only what I choose. Hello
(parlato) Jannacci, arrenditi ! Sei circondato ! Vieni fuori, c'e qui anche tua madre, non fare pazzie...Jannacci, vieni fuori dall'edificio e rientra
La distancia entre los dos es cada dia mas grande de tu amor y de mi amor no esta quedando nada sin embargo el corazon no quiere resignarse a escuchar
We are elder than the edge of god Spawned by the knowledge of the ancient ones We're sons from the blood dead Returned to lead the children of hate Give
Big Macs for the fat, lo-cal wraps for the call centre battery hens, Japanese snacks for the choice-spoilt citizens, caviar kickbacks for the citadel