is a measure A kilo is a thousand grams easy to remember A kilo is a thousand but did you remember Once you touch a kilogram that weight ll make music
(s macdonald) I've an appointment today with a cultural slave to the snakepit called the music biz So I'm hanging around just to meet this clown who lies
of night queen of night among the vanished souls that you once devoured you roam to me and you smile at my sight and I die at your sigh whispers
-eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel
[Music and lyrics by Vargher] The moon is full in the dead of night Witches gathered at the hill The sound of cloven hooves approach All are here to
[Music: Mike / Lyrics: Bastian, Stefan] Await your final prayer, at midnight on the stake Eternal fire burns your flesh, your soul is what I take That
Imagine a boy Kneeling by the window Lookin' out across the driveway at the rain Will it always rain? I remember the bells, comin' from the churchyard
you join the countless ones Who've taste my blood red steel Now that I have sealed your fate Before my cross you'll kneel Solo - Slav, Glen At last
. Follow the path that was meant for you long ago. (behold my son) And cross the plains of dawn." Wordless questions, tearful confessions. They meet at
run. Follow the path that was meant for you long ago. (behold my son) And cross the plains of dawn." Wordless questions, tearful confessions. They meet at
bower-eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel
Imagine a boy Kneeling by the window Lookin out across the driveway at the rain Will it always rain I remember the bells Comin' from the churchyard And
a measure A kilo is a thousand grams easy to remember A kilo is a thousand but did you remember Once you touch a kilogram that weight ll make music [
mocking court; Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells! Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells! We hold the Earth fro Heaven away." Make us guffaw at thy futile
[Lyrics: Piotr Wiwczarek; Music: Piotr Wiwczarek] Passing the empty house I see the thing upon the Wall Wooden sticks crossed together And kneeling man
[Music & Lyrics: M. Olsfelt] And down comes the rain... God is dead - The sky cries tears of blood Whipping down hard - The proof of his demise This
join the countless ones Who've taste my blood red steel Now that I have sealed your fate Before my cross you'll kneel [Solo - Slav, Glen] At last for