We are late like a midnight train that's running nowhere We are sticks, we are stones, we are broken bones, we are hot air We are under the guillotine
Warm Red Invert Her Virgin Soul Her Soul Was Once Pure Now She Is But A Whore She Is Now Possessed In The Grip Of Darkness Invert The Virgin [X3]... Invert
stand upon nothing. preaching weak man. i have come to crush you. come deny me my stand. for crushed you'll be. you and your beliefs. underneath my feet
Everybody helps me make my own mistakes If I'm left alone I'd make them anyway Great events but can't predict what's happening in present tense No reference
PAOLITO: Fin da piccolo mi hanno insegnato ad ascoltare parlare solo se interrogato, senza uscire dal loro tracciato non gli e mai fregato,dei miei sogni
We are late like a midnight train that?s running nowhere We are sticks we are stones we are broken bones we are hot air We are under the guillotine trying
Traduzione: Udo Lindenberg. Se l'abbassamento.
Traduzione: Mansun. Inverse Midas.
: As mercy'sreign lays withered, magestic gloats unsung Before the throttled kingdom, revel in our conquest won Fate unreal until revealed, outpour
: A call to war upholds us, uncoiled forces roam. Throughout before hell feeds us, our colours shone! Shone! Shone! Unlasting cries of reason, avenge
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: Annihilation awakened, disease unpacked Forwarned a thousand times, of your feeble future gaping black Hellbent for blood of the innocent, souls we
: Handed down through the ages, Amidst a history of everflowing war. A story of steel that guards all strength within the riddle, Ignores, demands to
: Revolting, unleash the hounds of hell. Fall before your pre-made doom, the rebellion cease to quell. All ends loom, all destinys carry cracks. Heroic
: Beyond the sun, where nigh prevails. The pitch of blackness has won! The cold forever, freezes starscapes unsuspecting. Perhaps correcting, the faults
: Forever pacing, the walls within our heads. Tempted by our dreams invoked from fear of death! The clouded sources of all passions fade to grey. Concealed