Shot down in cold blood. Cold blood in the rain. Bullets of anger, bullets of pain. Killed without reason. Waste without cause. Now is the season, the season of loss.
Pushing land behind us as we march to break the dome. A million years will bring us miles closer to their homes. Remnants of forgotten lands remind us of our goal.
She's got a lot on her mind, she's not wastin' time, she knows what she's gotta have. Well, I can feel the fire in her desire, she knows I'm her kind of man.
You were a good man. You knew the way. Born of the one Man. King for the day. . I know where you will go when we have seen the end. And I will follow you, my friend.
The sound of true metal. religion and force. the grinding of immortal steel. is taking your course. surrender to power. and fall to your knees. this sanctuary of might.
Preparing virgin sacrifice. she's lying awake. the fear of dying in her eyes. trapped in hell. there's no salvation. whispered screams. turning to cries of deep frustration.
(Music: Brolycke. Lyrics: Karlen). I see creations. from the very depth of my soul.. I hear the voices. from the very depth of my mind.. I who embrace myself.
Quera saber cunto quedaba de mi. quera volver a lo que nunca fui. quera encontrarme de golpe, vaca de mundo de ti. Quera buscar lo que nunca perd. quera sentirme la sangre correr.
Nietos de toreros disfrazados de ciclistas.. ediles socialistas, putones verbeneros.. peluqueros de esos que se llaman estilistas.. musculitos, posturitas, cronistas carroeros,.
Lo primero que quise fue marcharme bien lejos;. en el lbum de cromos de la resignacin. pegbamos los nios que odiaban los espejos. guantes de Rita Hayworth, calles de Nueva York..
This life. Why's it gotta be so, why's it gotta be so. I've tried. But all I ever do is find a way to lose. I'm tired of being what you want me to be.
Evolution the greatest lie. No answers to our past. Indication of certain forms. But only doubts are cast.. Experiment. Could it be. An interbreeding race?.
Soaring with the winds I'll rise. Grieving with my heart, I cry.. Torn between the love I find. Waiting on the other side. Memories begin to fade. Haunting me endlessly.
Can you see tomorrows end?. The spawning of a new God begins. The cities been lost to the war.. Enemy existence is all abound. Death laughs, his begotten playground.
BRAND:. "I have wealth beyond measure-. My treasures are words. forged by time in a tale of. such beauty they cry to be heard.. Still a young fool was I as.
The stage is set my friends for the play. that never ends -. this comedy we call the Church Bizzare,. once you enetr you are bound to find. salvation by the pound,.
Oh instrument of God force -. Fed on ignorance and lies,. so blind and narrow-minded. that you cannot compromise.. Even the most foolish theif. should know what he is taking -.
And your legs are running. Running all over this town. And I will try to catch you. I will try to, try to slow you down. And it's impossible to think.
Tell me. Te-te, te-tell me. . Tell me. Tell me, te-te, te-tell me. Tell me. Tell me, te-te, te-tell me. . Tell me. Tell me, te-te, te-tell me. . Tell me.
i begin to think you really don't care. your final result i can't really bear. will we live in this urban hell. do we have to wait till there's none to tell?.