back together again These days we're dreaming of The ways we fell in love The things we're guilty of Still raining... Another day inside Why are you
in love The things we're guilty of These days we're dreaming of These days we're dreaming of These days we're dreaming of These days we're dreaming
Traduzione: Roses Are Red. These Days.
Not a threat, an area witness won't injure the promise Monster lead- carry your ligament fanged in the mosh pit Dodge vapor, labor days are major A sir
smile Play the martyr in the play Of the story about you and I Some days everything is red like roses without thorns Loves me loves me not, soft petals slowly hit the floor Are
cross up there... That thou mayest repent these days... Weep, my father weep...weep black thy heavens grace Bleed, my father, bleed. Bleed red my blessed
the wildness and fighting spirit of these barbaric Britons who had brought such woe to his far-famed legions; these painted, pagan tribesmen who had
the velvet glove of diplomacy or the iron gauntlet of conquest has proved the more effective tool. [Baalthus Vane:] The days of the feudal suzerainties are
scripts into the soil and shake the earths foundations, blood streams from roses around me and runs a sea of red, light lines the ground were you lay for days
days shining through These are better days Better days with a girl like you These are better days baby These are better days it?s true These are better
the young black faces Whose death and blood consecrated these places Raney's mother said Raney stay at my side For you are my blessing, you are my pride
shop inside of the buildin Save the children, these streets is like a villain Save the children, let the blood stop spillin [Cappadonna] Roses are red, violets are
feds can't trace my feet or replace my bars in a place wit bars Speedy racer won't cha race these cars Make me large take charge and say we stars Don't play we are
Black rites begun in earnest Ignite Hell's hungry furnace Behold the bold inauguration of the darkside Demonic passions climbing Ill-fated stars aligning Tonight these sights are
head word to vince lombardi Word to marky mark leave a snitch departed All that blood like the red sea parted My gun go crazy like it's retarded Red light
