us back. Watch the moon falling. It will draw me a name. A face of black hate. Black star, let them bleed. Shivering flames. Black heart, sacred fiction
Traduzione: Ferito. Black Heart.
why I keep pressure on 'em like a open wound, This God given, he keep givin' me better music, So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement
oldie in rhythm and blues [Verse One: Pete Nice (Prime Minister)] In the heart of the city you was born and bred You grew up smart or you wound up dead
across the woods perpendicular to the grain [Chorus] [rapped in doubletime] I gotta be a big bang, gotta be Never wanna be hear a probably, I wanna see or hear
revist the cobra landing zone. Molar foaming but he hold his own wound coderized by the Zippo he had stole that afternoon. And my dog tags jingle by the moster island heart
the wound you left on my soul Your heart's been changed to black, I gave my life, you took all the chances They put your sword through my heart... [
2x (Solo) Make way for the son of a rebel wired to a bottle of flame He's got two black eyes and a purple heart and a bone hangin' on a chain These
A wound to the heart and my mind is set on you suddenly night blasts your horizontal oscillations slowly dying away ashes to the wind crystal shards
sun As we near their wall of shields Some of them turn and run When they hear our frenzied screams Draw your swords to strike Hear the Black Birds cry
understand. It is a Willothewisp my love, but at least I would have command. Help! Help! Ahh! I can not take this, my heart was black to all but you,
you CPR But I don?t know a thing about a broken heart No I don?t know a thing about a broken heart So girl that's how I finally wound up at your door
s a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ? And what did you hear, my darling young one ? I heard the sound of
one only law for him ...to be pure He comes from above He died a thousand times and put his hand in mine He hails victory and loss I hear him coming
WHY DON'T WE HEAR WHY DON'T WE SEE IS THERE NO FUTURE FOR YOU AND ME WHY DO WE HIDE BEHIND A MASQUE SUDDENLY BREATHLESS ALL IS BLACK AND BLINDING ME
in the nave of the black cathedral Communion in filth, blessings from the seminal shrine Thorns deep into the flesh in the nave of the black cathedral