: Non ti fidar di un bacio a mezzanotte se c'e la luna non ti fidar perche perche la luna a mezzanotte riesce sempre a farti innamorar non ti fidar di
: A a-a a-a a-a a-a Mustafa, Mustafa A a-a a-a a-a a-a ma che posto Mustafa a a-a a-a a-a a-a Mustafa se vo' sposa' Mustafa se vo' 'nguaia' Oh che bella
Hooves of iron sounds like thunder from the blackest earth It's the day of the beast the time for darkness' rebirth Demons of war, bearer of plague and
Pedalling on a bicycle I'm on my way to make a call I try to touch you Through the double glazing But the curtains were drawn The family gone away CHORUS
Hellchild, be awaken time to remember the rules the centuries bleed, the masters are dead and gone... Dance again this winternoght past and present shell
Refrain: Es war Liebe auf den 1. Mai, Steine flogen an uns vorbei, es war Liebe auf den 1. Mai, und wir fuhlten uns frei, und wir fuhlten uns endlich
I held the waterfall, felt all it fall, returned the favor I held the loving cup, made nice to all the friends you gave her Its nothing like two new
A revolution?s what we?ll bring Armed with our metal strings Rebellion is our way of life be Conquered or say your last goodbyes * Nothing can stop
Nuclear warfare's here to stay, Praise the lord above for his ways! Destruction, demolition is the game, the blue skies are blackened all the same......
The tides of time, the ways of life. Uncertain, mysterious. All the sorrow..... Neverending. All the pain..... Hurts me.... CHORUS: The streets are
Si no creyera en la locura de la garganta del sinsonte si no creyera que en el monte se esconde el trino y la pavura si no creyera en la balanza
Pedalling on a bicycle I'm on my way to make a call I try to touch you Through the double glazing But the curtains were drawn The family gone away Who
Far from this world lies a distant planet System of seven, six inhabited, all are revolving around a sub called Hzkol. This group of planets, are controlled
Mankind can be bind But not the words of god Idioms are free and flourish Ulmight 'cause sensible BRANDISH THE SCEPTRE Mistress of all cults Cursed is
Namtar, you're the Hyle of plague-ness A watchman: bound and bound My staff is the answer (for elucidation) We shall not climb to the origin of elements