Paroles : Patrick Abrial. Musique : Bernard Le Bellego. 1969 by ditions April Music /. ditions Mditerranne. Avec. l'aimable autorisation de EMI MUSIC.
Dime la verdad. sin temor a fracasar. porque ya me he dado cuenta. que te aburres de esperar. . Corre y dile a tu mam. que no piense en el ajuar. que yo soy un egoista,.
... I .... .... Awaken..... ..... . ...I {am/have}. evil so far. ... of {Hades/hates}. ...of Hell.
Extracting cruelty. From those who go unseen. From a heart of malice. Comes grave atrocity. . Cold is the flesh that yearns for the sun. Lying in earth forgotten, rotten and gone.
I Crawled up from the Sewer in a Quest to Eat Your Brain. Manhole for a Cranium I Bathe in Toilet Rain. Burning Red Desire Eating Out my Insides. My Jellifed Skin Stinking up the Night.
[RAP]. Yo, sonic kaboom, I bring it to ya like a monsoon.. MC upon scene, bring it to ya whole team.. Kaboom! Guess who stepped in the room?. The pop bandit with another kris choon..
Cinco de Mayo. Gonna get real high-o. Everybody's Mexican today. (¡Viva! Mexico!) (¡Viva! ¡Viva!). . Cinco de Mayo. Nobody gonna cry-o. We're gonna drink.
[Music: Mindner, Klauke; Lyrics: Klauke]. . [Verse 1:]. So many miles we walked away. so many times we had to pray. Every night we didn't sleep. every fight we didn't win.
[Music: Mindner, Rohner; Lyrics: Klauke]. . [Verse 1:]. Cracked by the storm. the waves and the sea. the ship sinks down on the ground. Filled up with oil that streams to the sea.
My heads been in the clouds lately. And it's raining on me. My thoughts have been getting way too heavy. And now I can't see clearly. Been keeping things hidden inside.
close your eyes and drive. until the feeling's gone. wake up so far away you can't remember where you just came from. you towed the line (you towed the line).
You've now entered the quest to the black triangle. Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, ha ha ha. Yes, it has many meanings but no matter how you define it.
[Incomprehensible]. . They all are yellin' out freeze. As I'm on these backstreets gettin' mine. Dodgin' the law, dodgin' it sublime. And if you feel me, I'm a keep it real for this episode.
Why would I bother speaking if my words weren't meant to share?. Why would I bother breathing if my lungs don't need the air?. Why would my heart keep drumming on if there's no will here to live?.
Down, down, like an aeroplane. Storm hit with a world of hate. I was holding on. But still falling to the ground. . Turn, turn in the hurricane. Wind hit with the heavy rain.
[Music: Thijs, Lyrics: Sven]. . Gouging into flesh, and act of forensic grandeur. Abusing my identity to ravish insides, a concoction of a mind deprived.
[Music: Bart, Lyrics: Sven/Leon Del Muerte]. . Stain-less steel doors burst open. A gurney wheeling a flatulent cadaver. Abbreviated salutations muted by the stench.
Cold winds from the north seem strange in this time of. year. Electrical storm out of the skies, an enchanting. force is about to appear. All is wrong. This is.
Rain falls from heaven above. What you see. Nothing. can save you. Mother nature is violently disturbed.. When lightening cracks the sky. Sirens scream in the.