Many a truest word. has been spoken by the Jester. Standing against the tide. Is the noblest of gestures. It's the little pearls of wisdom. That tumble from the light.
Come and I will sing you.. What will you sing me?. I will sing you one-o.. What will the one be?. One the one that's all alone and ever more will be, so....
Cod liver oil. . Im a young married man and im tired of life. ten years ive been wed to a pale sickly wife. she's nothing to do only sit there and cry.
You left in the morning, you left without a word. Did you get what you came for? Is this what I deserve?. All I know is the silence was the loudest thing I'd ever heard.
A nobleman's fair daughter went down a narrow lane. And met with Captain Wedderburn, the keeper of the game. Now my pretty fair miss, if it wasn't for the law.
CHORUS:. My name is Captain Kidd. As I sailed, as I sailed. Oh, my name is Captain Kidd. As I sailed. My name is Captain Kidd. And God's law's I did forbid.
I wasn't looking for a lover. I wasn't looking for a friend. I wasn't working undercover. And I wasn't trying to pretend. . But when you walked across the dance floor.
Mouth open, tongue that I taste. No lover can kill you this way. Like poison, I feel it drip down. Take over, insanity makes no sound. That's all I'm getting, it's all but fitting.
When I call your name. Breaking the spell. Do you feel the same. Heaven and hell. When I call your name. The blood rushing fast in my veins. . When I sense your touch caught in the game.
Come one, come all, close your eyes and let the show begin. Inside, my mind, just another turnstile to my sin. The gaze, amaze, you're gonna lose yourself with every step.
Good-bye, good riddance, I'll scrape you off my shoe. I once knew a maggot know-it-all like you. The feelings mutual, I'd like to see you die. Like a fucking funeral, I'm gonna make you cry.
Beware, four figures appear through the fog. Yeah, Gravediggaz cut like swords. Fear makes ya brain go numb. You ain't got a clue where the Gods come from.
Awoken spirits of the carpathian forest come,. hands of the dead beat the kettle drums with wrath.. Wolfish hordes awoken by the fullmoon,. follow the smell of blood and death..
No more reign of crosses. with hanging corpses of god's son. Enough damned bells. of false asshole's temples. I raise the ancient gods. I summon the honest spirits.
I walk alone through burning towns. My sword is in my hand. But the battle has been lost. And there is nothing to defend. At Culloden in seventeen fourty six.
My king won another crown - for Scotland's pride. That is what we thought but we were not right. Now he rules in London - a faceless king. Sold his ancient kingdom to the enemy.
The foul smell of evil hangs over the moores. Where in a lonely hut witches dwell.. Repelling creatures ageless feared and fitted. With powers from the depths of hell..
Where have I placed my reason. why do I lose control. seems that I've lost the lesson. it seems I'm blind to what I see the most. Through all the crap day to day.