Translation: Christmas Songs. Campana Sobre Campana.
Translation: Tatiana. Campana Sobre Campana.
Translation: Villains. Campana Sobre Campana.
Translation: Yuri. Campana Sobre Campana.
Raising levels Jim Flight seven oh four three two one, red four Green expanding to one Moving levers up at seven decimal eight Moving two point liters
it all began without warning, on a strange winter's morning. the sky turned red, the vibrations went dead. with these terrible songs on a rainy day, the
April, back in New York, the thirty first floor It seems somehow every thing's changed The kitchen too small, plates on the wall The sound of machinery
The night's on the edge now Hanging low against the tide The world is at it's best now When the loveless ones collide It's a long night, a beautiful
You fire words but all they do is ricochet You think I'm paying the price but it's not costing me Your love was a waste of time, you've been left behind
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Their horses heavy in clad and chain armor march into battle Man against man, sword against sword Hammer and axe against shield Let the banners fly high
Drones carry my body to the top of the mountain of gods carrion circle the corpse of pale faces ears sewn shut and poke like fingers towards the waiting
It will not be a tender fire Upon your postcard mountains No golden children Will write hymns about The slow defeat of your reckless destiny Bullets
The night is on the edge now Hanging low against the tide The world is at it's best now When the loveless ones collide It's a long night A beautiful
[Intro:] You know your my one and only right And it's rainin outside We can make love right here Or we can take it to another level We can stand in the
It will not be a tender fire Upon your postcard mountains No golden children will write hymns about The slow defeat of your reckless destiny Bullets
Their horses heavy In clad and chain armor March into battle Man against man Sword against sword Hammer and axe against shield Let the banners fly high
