Country day, a day in the unknown A gentle breeze gently blown, country day Country day, another day in the unknown I can feel it in my bones, country
I went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friends A chance to share old memories and play our songs again When I got to the garden party, they
Chris Isaak Summer Holiday I was standing all alone wondering what went wrong with the love that seemed so strong that summer holiday that holiday they
Forgive oh Lord and heal our land And give us eyes to seek Your face and hearts to understand That You alone make all things new And the blessings of
I'm on a holiday Hooligan's holiday Drop dead beauties stompin' up a storm Lines of hell on our face Bruised bad apples crawling through the night Busted
Gala hangs from the window frame dressed in black and white Her face is colorless in the moonlight She turns around and her lips move but the words just
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Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh Terror builds, as the thought of being dead Prophecy of the wise men of old Now comes true, as the corpses
Medieval Feast [M: Jevo, Patxa / L: Jevo] Now winter is gone and a new day is born The season of Spring when life is reborn. Time to harvest time
Garden party held today, invites call the debs to play, Social climbers polish ladders, Wayward sons again have fathers, "hello, dad!", "
The storm is raging, Winds are howling, The water?s calling, rescue you, A flash of lightning, At times a frightenin?, A wind is coming, and the sun don
Take you to my house Grab the blind fold Start from your head Down to your toes, o's so Girl relax your mind And I'll do the rest I'll have you willing
Brother, dear brother, I came as quickly as I could The digital haze is broken The banished ones are gone for good Gone for good Now there must be a
The bitterness was born in a soul thrusting the Atame sacrifice, the "Book Of Shadows" is opened, we're waiting for the full-moon's arrival - we're celebrating
Night sets, psychos at the round table gather Nicely baked fetus placed, spreading A scent of shrivelled flesh and hot urine Ultimate form of freak cannibalism
Hey you, with your head held high In-bred on the 4th of july Hey you, situation low Burnt down everything you know Shut it! I said you, did your nation
See the flowers 'round the altar See the peaches in tins 'Neath the headmaster's chair Harvest festival See the two who've been chosen See them walk