Dying Dying Falling Being Dying Sleeping Easy Living Dying
of you Wisdom and truth Cigarette in one hand And a beer in the other Dying to try this Now I know Dying to try this Now I know Dying to try this Now
Traduzione: Guided By Voices. Dying To Try This.
Traduzione: Guided By Voices. Morente.
The angels fly to the light They're guided by voice I'm left behind in anguish I mourn my own death Forevermore, Unborn dying again And again, dying again, dying
Hell and her seductions The assassinated days as a Caesar gone by Barron, spitting acid, as his magical guide Lit demonic pyres where once dying embers
Voices from the dark side are calling my name Slowly fading to the world where I belong Ebony rising, I close my eyes Flashing pictures of an old remembrance passing by
[lyrics: Sundin] Voice of the Shadow of Beauty - Friden Voice of the Shadow of Darkness - Sundin Shadows play - in my wilderness' mindscape they seek
M DYING FOR ANGELS CRYING ANGELS CRYING, CAN'T BEAR ALL SHADES ON ME IS WHAT I'M DYING FOR Drowning beyond the sea Inner voices guide my sickness Tear
who lay On his dying bed at the close of day Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there But we took no heed to his dying Prayer In a shallow grave just
no spirits will guide me not enslaved by darkened skies In a time of endless creams I see myself wither/fading I feel so small, lost and frozen/dying
only words from her lips She gave her son a glare, that of a lioness And began to wrestle the merchants like she was tireless Biting, punching, kicking Being guided by
s no guide, blind ships in the night Oh blood red moon, eat away the night Darkness covers my lonely soul, No one to feed the dying light... Good morn
, blinking the light. There?s no guide, blind shi[s in the night Oh blood red moon, eat the night. Darkness covers my lonely soul No one to feed the dying
who lay On his dying bed at the close of day Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there But we took no heed to his dying prayer In a shallow grave
The wind freezes my bones While I'm riding through the darkness Searching by the ruins Where the Arcadia Gates wait Old spirits call my name And show
pictures of an old remembrance passing by On obsidian wings I fly, leave the gates behind Through the colonnades of eternity This is the end for me, I'm dying
