Sane closed my head shut now that I am painted black. Everything I am is gone, like you pushed me. I burned my hand, closed now, I close my soul from behind,.
'Til you give up. 'Til you give in. Stop the car. turn off the engine. Wake up at night with a pounding heart. 'Til you go down. Loose your head. Step unconscious.
Under your command. did I not do well. Was not my record fine. Under your command. wouldn't I have walked straight thru hell. And did I ever look down.
(Py Bckman & Mats Wester). Norrskenet bleknar p himmelen, skuggorna r p jakt igen. Sg du en bild frn en annan vrld. Ljuset fll ner som ett hotfullt svrd.
Sunken wrecks rise from the. Sand silent ships on dry land. While waves are crashing overhead. We cultivate our tulip beds. Hard work and honesty. The lowland is the place to be.
I'm up here in my bedroom. I'm never coming out.. I've got some rearranging that I've got to figure out.. Maybe it's the computer, maybe it's the TV. Maybe..
You know Franklin in all. of his wisdom never freamed of. drive-trhu activism. so hard to let things pass. made so appealing so hard to see. . the glass when you're pressed against the ceiling.
Au bistrot comme toujours. Il y a les beaux discours. Au poteau les pourris, les corrompus aussi. Dents blanches et carnassiers. Mais à la première occasion.
Un d'ces matins ensolleilles. J'suis alle voir monsieur l'Cure. Pour lui demander d'un ton srieux. D'implorer le pardon des Dieux. Deja a l'age de 9 ans.
There's something peaceful in your eyes. Did not take long to realize. Found what I was looking for. And a place to hide away when nights are cold. . I believe, I believe, I believe I found a place, yeah.
Temperatures rise right through the ceiling. My body went numb from the feeling. And branded on my skin is dedication to my friends, so sit back and listen. For everything weve felt, I believe theyre 1,000 better days..
My will to walk the earth again. To come forth from my grave. Satan gives me the power to rise again. On my Undead Journey. As i awaken, In my grave. And wipe the maggots from my face.
Morgentau - in Dunst gewebte Heiden. Ein Rinnsal meines Blutes benetzt das feuchte Gras. Dammerung - steigt auf in klamme Weiten. Die matte Sonne nur ein schwaches Nebellicht, das mich vergass.
Ein Elexier aus kalten Urnen lebhaft Floss in unserem Blut. Das Kriechervolk im Schlamm sprach falsch und schuerte unsre Wut. Wie Marchen kamen Schriften auf uns und vergess'ne Lieder.
Up and down, round and round it goes. Sometimes we just lose control. Up and down, round and round it goes. That's the way love goes. . Girl, sometimes it drives me crazy.
(Hofstede). Cover up the pretty faces. Cover up the eyes and the lips. And the things we love. Under a mask. Oh what a feeling it is. Oh what a feeling it is to be unknown.
Und ein Engel fliegt in die Nacht. . macht sich auf den Weg in die Ewigkeit.. Diese Welt hat ihm Angst gemacht - niemand hatte für ihn Zeit.. . Du warst so lange nicht mehr hier unten -.
Dejar mi tierra por ti. Dejar mis campos y me ir. Lejos de aqui. . Cruzar llorando el Jardn. Y con tus recuerdos partir. Lejos de aqui. . De dia vivire.