[Chapter 1]. . Among the blackness icy previaled,. I draw the black curtain of death,. thousand of lost souls fallen. in the depth of the crypts of pain,.
Sorry, did I startle you?. My face was to the mirror. Broken wings are lovely things. If they can lead you nearer. . In ever cloud, there is some silver.
Mañana parto de nuevo a managua. Tengo cita en la librería parnaso. Quedé con unas cuantas muchachas. Que trabajan en un night club. . Quieren llevarme al barrio a bailar.
Depleted uranium is used on the ends of bullets. And on the ends of shells because it is so hard. Almost any armament is vulnerable. To something that is tipped with depleted uranium.
Awakened by the wolves howlings,. watching out within the castle's walls.. I saw the fullmoon, guiding my life.... A thick fog covers the landscape,. the fiibulwinter is arriving,.
Los fracasos me enseñaron lo que no pude ver. Desde la atalaya del oro. Presté a los engaños mis oídos tal vez. Y no me conformo con otros. . Los hemos enfrentamos y quitamos la razón.
A travs de la autopista. al otro lado de las curvas. cada palabra que digis. slo ir contra mi.. . Mi premio de consolacin. es mi dosis de alcohol insuficiente..
No other words could be found to explain those verses i sing,. My hatred created by human fag, can i live? should i die ?. My lord is calling me, my father sing for my return....
I read about a man who'd been. Around the world and back again. Built a space ship in his back yard. And went to mars one afternoon. . When he got home late that night.
[FIRST LEAD : NORNAGEST]. . Christian, u r living your last millenium of light, your final chapter of. joy in god embrance.. Dooggs ! ! u r existing for the last day of paradise, but you can already.
Me and me cousin, one Arthur McBride, he and I took a stroll, down by the seaside. A seek for good fortune and what might be tide, bein' just as the day was a dawnin'.
Train moves on another town. whisky's gone another round. whisky's gone. eagle flies overhead. sun will rise sun will set. sun will rise. . fee fie foe diddle eh.
Ha pasado el tiempo. Tengo casa al otro lado del mar. Pero algunos momentos. Serán difícil de olvidar. La estación del silencio. Junto a algún que otro bar.
Andromeda. These hands are reaching out for you. I saw their eyes. You let them fasten. All of their hopes on you. What a vicious thing to do.... . Haven't you heard?.
La dictadura de la belleza. De la mentira y de la edad. Y el dulce sabor del éxito en televisión. Todos somos artistas de mierda en potencia. . Himnos de esclavos.
Los restos del naufragio quedaron esparcidos o desaparecidos o rotos. Nos queda el presente que ya es suficiente y no nos debe faltar. Nos queda la suerte que si se balancea un poco, nos puede tocar.