night / Oh baby I will grow for you from a tree Burning with glory All crooks and ghouls who understand / Cherish the work of idle hands / All of
night Oh baby I will grow for you from a tree Burning with glory All crooks and ghouls who understand Cherish the work of idle hands All of the
the might of his sword caligula now in glory he reigns o'er provinces great and small be he a god or man all must tremble at the hand of caligula given
might of his sword caligula now in glory he reigns o'er provinces great and small be he a god or man all must tremble at the hand of caligula given
the sun Abide Europa's son If dying is the answer Then dying be done And golden turned his face Under torches and death runes Like all glories short
