full of sin I prick myself on your thorns and I bleed within your leaves fade to brown and I watch you die in my torture garden under blacksunshine. My beautiful flower
of sin I prick myself on your thorns And I bleed within Your leaves fade to brown And I watch you die In my torture garden Under black sunshine My beautiful flower
Traduzione: My Ruin. Il mio bel fiore.
smooth and rough The rude and nice, don't ruin your life, with a hooligan type Checkin my Yin and Yang mood I'm feeling your pain child My soul sings
stray my friend there's a flower that grows in a cave so lovely to see but need to be saved its' beautiful blossom will wither and die if ever this flower
tearing you vocal booth imperial, I'm so used to stereos bumping and banging, no truce, I'll bury ya dumping and slanging, my flow's loose, America flow
in love I'd flutter around it like a butterfly does Pollenate my heart with flower buds In the summer time You know I want to rub Noses with the mostest Beautiful
water flow You'll never see the water flowing We that have tasted such beauties of corruption Triumphal arches raised designed to fall again My
" Then he breathed out his last breath into my ear His gaze already way out among the stars among The ruins of the past I shelter from the storm my mind
an' she burst into flames The whole club runnin' tryin' to ruin my night I told her roll around a little, she'll be aight Then everybody mad at me, all up in my
, ruin disease into wounds like these Let the truth sting, yeah Let the truth And I feel it from the pit of my stomach Into the ditch of my mind Inside
one story to tell Watch where you stray, my friend There's a flower that grows in a cave So lovely to see but need not be saved It's beautiful blossom
this insanity? Slave of the suffering... I am the fallen angel And my wings are dead Blood flowers of this darkness Fall to my palms My bride is flying
Oh! My crushing soul Through my ebony tears Falling on the fading Flowers of my youth Voices from the dark ruins Of cirith ungol Kutulu beckons me From
gave yourself to a coward I'ma bury both of you, and still buy you flowers Chorus: Remember when Our love would never end? But now I am Tastin' my
lying upon my feet Is licking the hand of mine It is night...in my heart It is moon...in my eyes I am hidden in a fog- my own breath Small village in
flying upon my feet Is licking the hand of mine It is night: in my heart It is moon: in my eyes I am hidden in a fog - my own breath Small village in
