Pray to someone I'm going out of my head Dislocate Stay safe in your unmade bed Lysergik funeral procession The world is watched Straight from your
Instrumental
A retinue of moons, of icy moons They illuminate the land And they make me think of you What sunk silently To the depths of a mystery? A clue that only
Wir tanzen und springen - tief ist Dein Weh Wir hupfen und singen - Weh spricht: vergeh Elftausend dungfrauen zu tanzen sich frauen Keine Musik auf der
The funeral procession passed by here today, confusion and questions left strewn in its wake. But I feel like I knew his pain. or mechanical failure
Wir tanzen und springen - tief ist Dein Weh Wir hupfen und singen - Weh spricht vergeh Elftausend dungfrauen zu tanzen sich frauen Keine Musik auf der
Translation: Apocalyptica. Cortege.
Translation: Apocalyptica. Cortége.
Translation: Down. Lysergik Funeral Procession.
Translation: Laibach. The Hunter's Funeral Procession.
(Serge Lama - Yves Gilbert) Cela m'ennuie tous ces corteges Mais il faut bien parler aux yeux A Noel, il faut de la neige Pour que les pauvres croient
: Pray to someone I'm going out of my head Dislocate Stay safe in your unmade bed Lysergik funeral procession The world is watched Straight from your
[Prelude]
She's gonna hand you a red-headed Gabriel, Coming from the bar in a plastic tie. He's gonna swing from the Tree of Life. He's gonna try to sell you on
You need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut. You need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt. Yeah, come Comanche, Comanche,
It's three o'clock in the morning, Or maybe it's four. I am thinking of you, Wondering what I should I do, But I'm finally cutting through this haze.
