I used the deadwood to make the fire rise The blood of innocence burning in the skies I filled my cup with the rising of the sea And poured it out in
And the air was alive With piercing sound And burning skies The horror did me good The magic was on my side And hot and cold ideas Were running onto
I use the deadwood to make the fire rise The blood of innocence burning in the skies I filled my cup with the rising of the sea And poured it out in an
the flow of life i'm not giving up the fight five days a week i'm in my cell from the tube to the cube to the underground under neon skies here i am,
Tulkojums: Linkin Park. Dedzināšana Skies.
in the flow of life i'm not giving up the fight five days a week i'm in my cell from the tube to the cube to the underground under neon skies here i am
I use the deadwood to make the fire rise The blood of innocence burning in the skies I filled my cup with the rising of the sea And poured it out in
: I use the deadwood to make the fire rise The blood of innocence burning in the skies I filled my cup with the rising of the sea And poured it out in
I use the dead would to make the fire rise The blood of innocence burning in the skies I filled my cup with the rising of the sea And poured it out
said And I'm disconnected from you These skies will burn for you There's nothing you can do Tomorrow's crawling through And your salvation's over These skies will burn
under blue skies we live unaware. of greater things that lie above. and every night we engage. systems that make us sleep away. our only chance to see
their pikes Turning to dust Gusting with the wind They (still) dream of an older delusion Reigning, raining Dampening the empire Their excursion burns
eyes stare into a forlorn sky Disgraceful figures stumble through the mist Sons of their nations, lost generations A tragedy beyond imagination Burnt
central Power on the motherboard, yes Push up, overload, legendary heavy glow Sunshine, thunder roll, keep this all together Lantern burn, burn that
Led to the river Midsummer I wave A 'V' of black swans On with hope to the grave And through red September When skies fire-paved I begged you appear
Come down to the manger, see the little stranger Wrapped in swaddling clothes, the prince of peace The wheels start turning, torches start burning And
married but tonight I need some consummation When the sun go down it's the magic hour, the magic hour And outta all the colors that are still up the skies
