Verse 1:. The blood, the slow & painful death.. I'm running out of breath.. I think I need that filth called murder.. Cause this reality in my pity, in my pity..
Mary had a little lamb. Little lamb. Little lamb. Mary had little lamb. Its fleece as white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went. Mary went. Mary went.
No reason no words to win no reason. Tragic lives are all the same. When you play inside the game. All alone inside your fears. . The thoughts of a season.
The Ancient Ones wert.... The Ancient Ones art.... The Ancient Ones shall be.... . The Ancient Ones wert.... The Ancient Ones art.... The Ancient Ones shall be....
No one should tell me to lose or prevail,. when to move slower or when to set sail.. I'm the master of my own mind.. And no one should tell me the biggest surprise,.
Far out in the horizon. We're hundred thousand men,. The war gets closer everyday.. Our women and the older believe this is the end,. They're right - There is no other way!.
It runs deep. within the mind. your demon's calling. for the game thoughts. of your discreet rhythms. . I cry out loud within. vice the rage wails a storm in me.
What a combination. You think it's forever?. No big revelation. That she ain't so clever. . A generation gap. Right there in your lap. Oh and you don't cross it.
Move like you want it, want it. Take if you want it, want it. Say how you want it, want it. Make it materialize. . If you want it, want it. Work 'cause you want it, want it.
I want it I need it I'm headed out for something to break. I got it I'm feeling it I'm headed out on a monster skank. . My feet are moving faster than my mind can do no thinking.
In Extremo. Snder Ohne Zgel. Merseburger Zaubersprche II. [German Translation]. . Phol und Wodan ritten in den Wald. Da wurde Balders Fohlen der Fu verrenkt.
German Translation]. . Phol und Wodan ritten in den Wald. Da besprach ihn Frija und Volla, ihre Schwester. Da wurde Balders Fohlen der Fua verrenkt. .
Hrt von den sieben Vaganten. Die ihr Glck in der Hlle fanden. Behangen mit Fetzen und Schellen. Die so laut wie Hunde bellen. Ihr Lachen ist Sturm und Gewitter.
Oh elendes und gar schmerzvolles Leben. Krieg haben wir. Sterben und Hungersnot. Krieg, Hitze hhlt uns aus. Bei Tag und Nacht. Flhe, Milben, Ratten. Zerren an unseren Leibern.
Schlaf mein Kindchen schlaf. Ich weine fr dich. Schlaf mein Kindchen schlaf. Ich lache fr dich. Wo immer du auch bist. Da wird ich singen. Nur fr dich.
Quen a omagen da Virgen. et de seu fillo onrrar?. D'eles sera muit' onrrado. no seu ben, que non a par.. E de tal razon com'esta. vos direi, se vos prouguer,.