Sometime Around Midnight

And it starts.... sometime around midnight. or at least that's when. you lose yourself. for a minute or two. . As you stand.... under the barlights. and the band plays some song.

Serendipity

[Narrator: Michael Kiske]. [Backing vox: Robert Hunecke- Rizzo]. [Ainae Angel: Nicholas Westerman]. . [Narrator:]. Years went by and Angels sighed. Young girls laughed and old men died.

Silver Maiden

[Storyteller: Sebastian Thomson]. [Maiden Voice: Amanda Somerville]. [Narrator: Michael Kiske]. . [Storyteller:]. The streets were never more grateful.

Son Of Sorvahr

[Sorvahr: Thomas Rettke]. . [Krakhon Choir:]. Syrius! [3x]. . [Sorvahr:]. All behold- my masterpiece shines. He'll take control and blur all the lines.

See You In Hell...

Die, so now the lights flash white. And all you see is anger, get up. Was your life worth it? Were you content?. Could you make everything feel perfect in your own head?.

Slumber Party

Suffocating Words

Spaceman

Im gonna be a spaceman, Im gonna ride across the sky. Im gonna be a spaceman, I know I can make it if I try. Ill be traveling past the sun, so if you think youd like to come.

Skaramantika

Lui Viaggia tra deserti, porti e sogni (solo). anima mercante e un cuore da brigante. un destino da riconquistare. lividi e calici da innalzare. e il bisogno di restare mani al vento..

Soltanto 1 Idea

Quanto tempo dentro a unillusione. sospeso tra una frase ed unaltra connessione. Sveler il profilo in questintermittenza. un gioco o una follia o soltanto un modo per parlarsi ancora.

Sosia

Ho trovato un po per caso. una copia tale e quale a me. . Somiglianza impressionate. sar certamente utile. . Dividere il mio tempo in due. e vivere come in perenne tempo libero.

Strega

Strade colorate di pastelli e marmellata. magie nei calderoni, fluidi strani tra le dita. un magma che ribolle quello che mi smuove adesso. il tuo primo soldo il mio chiodo fisso.

Si No Te Hubiera Conocido (con Luis Fonsi)

Oh yeah, oh yeah. (Ooh) Oh. . Como un bello amanecer. Tu amor un día llegó. Por tí dejo de llover y sol de nuevo salió, ooh. Iluminando mis noches vacias.

Scoring In Heaven

In other cultures, death is more artistic. And probably a lot more fun.

Snitch Olympics

Rat fink asshole, sellin' us out. Mummification, callin' you out. No one's bailin' you out. Corpse disposal been a long time comin'. Let the games begin.

Sacrifice

We die one thousand deaths. They held us close to taste the flames. A sacrifice. To pacify the god they've made. The stench of stagnant blood. Collects in pools of misery they drained from us and stained themselves in blasphemy.

Scapegoat

Abandoned broken and bleeding. A feast for their eyes a spectacle. A murder of the forsaken. A scapegoat for their suffering. Burn me alive x2. I feel the hatred behind their eyes.

Scars Of Your Disease

I am the ever-forsaken. Bastard child of your disease. Your dead and abandoned. Strung up for all of you to see.. Naked and screaming. So beautiful, profane. The essence of bleeding, the scars that bear my name. I am the hatred incarnate. I am the chocked and dying screams. I am the sickness inside you longing for... This is the hate that surrounds you. Pray for the endless touch of death. Now burning inside you. I am the scars of your disease..

Shotgun Wedding

She wasn't born in that brothel I'm told. Well aware of where she was. Well aware of where she'd end up in what position. Dressed in red down on her knees.

Suffer

A sickening display, a scar for every line. The beauty and the pain of total agony. These lacerations, the stench of slow decay. It desecrates, making beautiful profane.