Let the scales of justice fall to the ground. Search for place to worship - none found. Let the nation seal our fate. And seek to build their welfare state.
here's a story 'bout an american man. who's always used to doin' things the best that he can. . he's got his wife, he's got his kids by his side. . he's got his favorite band tattooed on his back.
Till my death,. through my dreams,. shall grow my knowledge. . Just hate...on your face. Just hate...in your eyes. . You're alraid, you're afraid of everything.
Bruder einander. bringen ums Leben. Hart wird die Heimat,. kalt wird's im Heime,. Axt und Schwert. sprechen das Richtwort. Wolfes Zeit, Windes Zeit,. ehe die Erde schlummert..
Her throat is soft, her lips are red. Her thighs are white, her heart is dead. Jezabell. Red rope burns around her wrists. Her blood is cold a serpent's kiss.
I N T R O: FLÖTENSOLO. . Hab's schon g'hört hab's schon g'sehn. wia die Leut' da Schlange steh'n. das Produkt ist neu und heiß und es kann was keiner weiß.
This is the life of a finnish man. when youre walking in winter snow. Your toes are icecold. You are what you are told. This is the life of a finnish man.
Music by Waltari. Now, I take a huge breath. you're in deep cleanness,. so far from the mess. The clod touches my skin. gives me strength, I'll win. life's not so damn thin.
when something so special. seems to slide away. the truth is most lethal. it's breathing in your face.. when you coming to me,. tell me what's going on.
Som en gammal isbelupen drake ligger Jkeln tung. Och vitgrnraggig nedfr branten mellan tvenne toppar. Stjrten lindad runtom hgsta. Spetsen, buken spnd och stinn.
Hello, my name is Johnny. Well, hello, my name is Johnny. I like exploit myself. And I like to complain in vein. . Sweet little boy. Johnny. Sweet little boy.
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot. One that smiled, when he flew over the bay. Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot. One that smiled, when he flew over the bay.
So you're a stranger in our town we've got an offer. Please sit down, listen close to the words. Down by the river there's a mill, a haunted place. Where evil fills every rafter and stone.
Flykt fremmede. For du er ikke innhyllet. I jernlovens take. . Dyrk. Ikke ditt. . Men deres. . For du er den som. Enna kan. . VI er kilden. . VI ander.
I have witnessed your death. I've seen it many times. Your tortured screams. Your decrypted little mind. . A father's son. With pathetic eyes that bleed.
You go to the church, you kiss the cross. You will be saved at any cost. You have your own reality. Christianity. . You spend your life just kissing ass.
You are the essence of a life that needs to pray. You are the shadow of a man that bleeds away. You are the hopes and fears that bind us to return. You are the shattered dream that frightens us to burn.
Gotta learn to practice what you preach. . Can't understand, guess I'll paraphrase. Now, allow this spark, set the mic ablaze. Because all my rage just builds inside.