When I was a kid, yeah I was older than my friends But they got older than me, so I left, yeah I got colder But then they said, I wasn't cool enough
Dans les cites, les bidonvilles Le pape benit la pauvrete Ca passe le temps, ca tient tranquille Ceux qui n'ont plus rien a becqu'ter Et puis le Tres
en pature A cette terre morte assoiffee de luxure I am the virgin and you are the whore Longing for your revelation I am the virgin and you are the whore
jeter en pature A cette terre morte assoiffee de luxure I am the virgin and you are the whore Longing for your revelation I am the virgin and you are
I lay on my back in the lake at night in the summer time trying to remember every last second, every last breath that I spent with you the yellow dotted
how she did kick Choked her out Cut her up Ate that little bitch! chorus: Cut her to pieces Brought her to my room Ate her virgin body with a
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Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took
Black candles dance to an overture but I am drawn past their flickering lure to the breathing forest that surrounds the room where the vigilant trees
Take away the wine For restlessness plagues me.... I am assailed by a spectre profounder Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime I shalt
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake And the mists steal in with ease Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes In adoration of the moon
Crawl in awful stealth to me Forever a voyeur I've been Nocturnal Goddess of the Moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed
Mary, guardati attorno e vedrai Oh Lady Mary, un nuovo mondo lo sai Oh Lady Mary, i tuoi vent'anni vorrei Oh oh oh Lady Mary, tanti rimpianti perche (Oh Lady Mary
Oh Lady Mary petite fille aux yeux bleus Oh Lady Mary tu n'etais pour lui qu'un jeu Oh Lady Mary a l'aube de chaque nuit Oh Lady Mary un nouveau jour
voilure se pame ! Je ne peux pas croire cette femme cachee ! Sa nuque corrompue excite la machoire... C'est la vie qui dit merde a la mort de Marie !
we can burn like fire. I am your holy virgin, Be gentle all the time. I am your holy virgin, I'll blow your mind. I am your holy virgin, And if you
I've said it before and I'll say it again I would never trust a pregnant virgin and I wouldn't take one single text to be the truth because to believe
Quen a omagen da Virgen et de seu fillo onrrar? D'eles sera muit' onrrado no seu ben, que non a par. E de tal razon com'esta vos direi, se vos prouguer