Drop your final hope into the abyss of fear.. Lay down your wings to never fly again.. Walk with the shadows to the darkened place inside you mind.. Light the fire and mourn for the passed times..
The Romance is over. The game we played. We said our last goodbye. We ran out of luck. We ran out of love. And there's no reason to cry. Then I remember our time together.
Yo, yo, yo, yo. . Breathe in. (Breathe in). Breathe out. (Breathe out). Do the chicken head, go on let it out. . Breathe out. (Breathe out). Breathe in.
And it seemed. You were on your own. I was sure. But I think I denied it anyway. And it seemed. You were on your own. I was sure. But I think I denied it anyway.
Running without aim. Through the razor weeds. That only reach my knees. And when I'm lying in the gray sleep. I don't know how to walk the boards. I open my eyes and look at the floor.
We tried to fly. Is it so high?. We dont think so. We dont think so. . Are we looked at?. Are we set back?. Can we fake him. Emulate him?. . Time is breaking.
My heart is a black stone. A streaking mirror of unseen creatures. He had a milkness from the universe. Eighteen thousand feet, a black stone heart. .
White on white translucent black capes. Back on the rack. . Bela Lugosi's dead. The bats have left the bell tower. The victims have been bled. Red velvet lines the black box.
The night. The night is still. The night is still calm. . Still combative. But never attacks.
Every time I think of pushing you down the stairs. I lick my lips. But don't be upset, its the only way I know how. To show you that I really care. I lie to you every chance I get.
Numenorean corsairs. Your sons have stepped ashore. From the battle and storms. With northern fleets. Great treasure they fought. From the shores of Gondor.
Va bene, hai ragione,. se ti vuoi ammazzare.. Vivere un offesa. che desta indignazione.... Ma per ora rimanda.... E' solo un breve invito, rinvialo.. Va bene, hai ragione,.
Mr. Tamburino non ho voglia di scherzare. rimettiamoci la maglia i tempi stanno per cambiare. siamo figli delle stelle e. pronipoti di sua maest il denaro.
Mister tamburino yo no quiero bromear,. pongmonos la camiseta, los tiempos cambiarn.. Somos hijos de la estrella. y biznientos de su majestad el dinero..
It's something you can't fake it's all within. Seek for thetruth deep inside. Let it open your heart let in the flame. Receive it with mind open wide.
A veil of mist, a foreign coast. The calm before their battle cry. Steel drawn, the line of shields must hold. Through mist, the first arrow, it flies.
I am not of Jesus Christ I'm not. and I am not a Satanic Child I'm not. and I know not no property of high or low. and I know where I come from and whereto I will go.
Dedicated to the witch Marrigje Ariens. Born 1521, Burned 1591 in Schoonhoven, Holland. . Haunting the cloudless black sky. Braver at night. Hidden as the lips of her cunt.
Father who are in the sky. Hold thy hand above me. Mighty is the raging waves. On which I ride. . Mother who awaits me ashore. Let your golden hair down.
The old crow's cry the first warning. The rumbling frozen ground the last. Hooves thundering on the three feet snow. The icy dawn yet to begin. . Bursting through the icy morning.