we want this after all Climbing so high that we become afraid What if we can't survive the fall for as we dance the orchestra plays blind and scoreless still the symphony
the piano as a melody My terrible fear of dying, no longer plays with me For now I know that I'm needed for the symphony I associate love with red The colour
connot destroy the nest It is merely a new chapter of this dream Shinning Brightly does not quell the flame It mearly adds to the symphony of colour That
endless forests As a mirror, the cold lakes Reflect their shadows Star of the Nordic skies glimpse In harmony with the heavenly Symphony of colours The
to dust I shall return belial, mephisto, both shall burn me up devour my sad whimperings the cutting whip is mine to feel no symphony in mind to colour
sayss(? ) *bang* 'cause my mic's my piece Chorus [maestro fresh wes] I walk around town looking at these clowns Thinking about my cold crisp build to brown I sweat the coloured
ainoastaan yksinaisyytta Enka kasvien kosteutta Vaan lehtien knivaa rapeutta Tuliset aallot kenossani Nuolevat rutikuivaa ihoani Inferno, the colourful symphony
memory. Be warned (you stand) on the edge of infinity; Where coloured waves will lead the way into the void. Fear tangled with despair. This ghastly symphony
Forgotten notes Of a deceitful melody Released in the wind By an old quivering voice Swinging in space And taking the shape Of a colourful symphony
[music: Puolakanaho & EToS] [lyrics: Puolakanaho & Vetel?inen] I can recall the sweet symphonies of my lost side She filled my dreams with the enchanting
gore, shining heroes Spell write a bloody history [Chorus:] We fight, we kill we die We play, we dance To a symphony of death Wars pride, waving colours
. Shady gentleman. fly-button. feel. In the underpass, the blind man stands. With cold flute hands. Symphony match-seller, breath out of time. You can
little lie to test you A song a verse a lullaby A symphony once in a while To try and impress you I'll take your heart to the limit The colours of my
needs, non-existant will to learning - only feeding and breeding... And dying as their time comes Just for it was "destined". Lambs... Colours dim, sun
3. Sound Of Galaxies The sound of galaxies playing the music of our lives The notes we strike Reasoned in time and space Silent symphony waiting to
seeing your town I thought that I was hearing a symphony Filled with strings that played in twelve part harmony And everywhere I go they follow me Through the air they play in colour
You, youa are feeling the hate of your girl While the television is glad There is a stupid face without expression Like in a mahlerian symphony And