You give praise to the statues of gods Dispirited, they hear you not You give offering to metal and stone Dispirited, how can they respond? The faith
Fraggle, Fraggle, two by four, Let's go through the pantry door. Go through thin and go through fat. Let's go look for Boober's hat. But my hat just isn
Bomb, bombs away, so much safer Than a loaded gun and I won't blink 'Cause you're softer than a sharpened blade And I need you and you need me Na na
What will you do when the war is over, tender comrade? When we lay down our weary guns When we return home to our wives and families And look into the
What will with do when the war is over, tender comrade When we lay down our weary guns When we return home to our wives and families And look into the
Vaitatko sa viela olevasi yksilo Niinkuin rotat sinun ymparillasi Ala unelmoi ala kuvittele Sina et voi luottaa kehenkaan Et sa nahnyt sita kaikkea paskaa
(Sagas from the antediluvian Scrolls) Black winds whispering 'cross the fens, In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined Enraptured by
(sagas from the antediluvian scrolls) Black winds whispering 'cross the fens, In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined Enraptured by
Qu'est ce qui t'as pris bordel de casser la cabane, De ce panoupanou, puis sortir ton canif, Ouvrir le bide de primitif, Qui debarquait de sa savane La
I consume your soul Flames of Armageddon Raised swords Heavens gate are shattering No mercy for the fallen ones Iron will of desecration Stronger that
nube que tuve toda tragar hoy parpados hinchados te ciegan brumaria las horas cansado y hambriento. vierte el cuello entre el hielo, deja que se humedezcan
Nube que tuve Toda tragar Hoy parpados hinchados te ciegan. Brumaria las horas Cansado y hambriento Vierte el cuello entre el hielo, Deja que se humedezcan
The wind blows your mind falls down Just give me the time to drown The wind blows your mind falls down Just give me the time to drown The boys are digging
Era una fría noche de Abril. El cielo se cubrió de sombras, la lluvia hacía el amor acariciando Madrid y el Verbo se hizo carne y
Little months little smokes And oblivion in a wool dress In a door opens tenderly Near a wall where the wind is born Near the jolly garden Where saints
Little months little smokes and oblivion in a wool dress in a door opens tenderly near a wall where the wind is born near the jolly garden where saints
Chamber of the mourner Ashes of a morning mass Six feet of earth to lay On wooden home forever Chamber of the griever Hope of dawn cut away Bowing
The end is almost here I am shaking with fear Trapped inside this hell I am lost, I'm afraid, it's the truth The priest has now arrived And I will not
