the dirty jobs if not him? What are the leaders without someone to lead? Not forever, no eternity Not forever, one day he'll be free Not forever, not forever Not forever, forever
? Who'll do the dirty jobs if not him? What are the leaders without someone to lead? Not forever, no eternity Not forever, one day he'll be free Not forever
Traduzione: Rabbia. Non per sempre.
Who'll do the dirty jobs if not him? What are the leaders without someone to lead? Not forever, no eternity Not forever, one day he'll be free Not forever
god Immortality you will know forever more You are now with us, partly of god Immortality you will know forever more Many men will die in rage of
I saw a couple of men, who would live it out,.. I was something like Thomas, I landed my hand on my doubt Got my hands to the plough, not my hands to
is where it all starts. Now the wind has changed And the fear in your eyes plages your soul, to make your fire burn with rage forever after Your
tomorrow the holsters are bound to outnumber the roaches I'm not a coach But that won't even jolt the immobile when global terrorism's all the rage and
thing what he wanted to see Was a tale that they should not hear The colours of the sky turn black Why to ask there's nothing to know Happiness - Forever
to the fact that this is just not your home You do anything to hang on And bring on nothin' but destruction here But I've been around forever, homie I
undo us, We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us: The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him; His rage we can endure
lives as a human wreck Playing just losing the game Destroyed themselves with hate Their souls will not be saved Endless pain tormented forever God's rage
grief Of forever burning hate The ashes of my life By the torment you create [Chorus:] On my knees... remembering The wasted years of dark insanity The rage
Of forever burning hate The ashes of my life By the torment you create [Chorus:] On my knees... remembering The wasted years of dark insanity The rage
this grief Of forever burning hate The ashes of my life By the torment you create On my knees... remembering The wasted years of dark insanity The rage
to see his old man lose the temper. And Mama's pretty face would catch it all. On a regular basis the nest would fall. But he was always safe from dads rage
