It is the shadeweaver's season,. the widowmaker's fall. and it takes no reason to tear you apart.. . Cast a side your enlighted soul. I'll tell you story untold.
Mor hawdd mear croen yn gwhanu. Dal yn ddydd. Cymorth llwm y diffynnydd. Yn ddydd o hyd. . Pwy biar breichiau syn ymestyn?. Dirycheulyd bywyd plentyn.
( Martti perkele, Saatanan Martti..! ). . Lords of chaos, rulers of death. In your hands waits the last breathe. . Dominator of the numbers. Show the way, secrets of six.
If I could stay mad enough maybe. I'd leave but you have to understand this runs. Twenty-two years deep, everyone wants it all. Everyone needs a place.
I'm not aware that pushing forward constitutes an advance.. That memory's best served by one backward glance;. But I'm concerned for people like you who think it's okay to do what you do to me..
Politicians everywhere. Coming over to the shows. You can see them at the shows. Preaching crap like they know it all. . Politicians....3x No More Politicians.
Kylm ja pime y, linnut lentneet ovat pois, unohduksien ilta peitt mieleni,. synkt varjot kasvoillani, yksinisen ihmisen, nen nauravan...pime. vaellukseni...johtaa kadotukseen..
So I submit you've failed us twice.. Once is for your brothers.. One is for your brothers and the second's for your sons.. . Isolation, mis-education; and for very clever there is looming liquidation..
I'm not one to take things slow. But faster come. Then faster go.. Later on. Then I might know performances from cameos.. Patience now is all I ask . stopping short to make it last..
The sun is shinin'. We should be makin' hay. But we're dead from the waist down. Like in California. . Victory is empty. There are lessons in defeat. But we're dead from the waist down.
Helicopters dropped us in the bush. run for cover with an adrenaline rush. moters crash tearing up the ground. bodies lay lifeless on the ground. . Chorus-.
The sun is shinin'. We should be makin' hay. But we're dead from the waist down. Like in California. . Victory is empty. There are lessons in defeat. But we're dead from the waist down.
Shes got a heart of stone. And a soul of hell. Shes like a beast within. She glitters when shy. Deadly poison lips. She never cries. . Chorus:. Because shes beautifull.
[ chorus ]. Awaken inside the crystal dream. Transcending across the velvet scream. [ verse 1 ]. I can sense a rebirth. New world awaits. Never ending nightmare.
Suruhuntu yll naisen nuoren, raskain ty edessn. Riistetty ovat tulevat vuodet, poistunut on mies viereltn. Rintamalle lhti miehet, puolesta maan ja vapauden.
I've got my work cut out with you. You tore bits out of me. Your carpet burns and bruises blue. Are there for all to see. . But I can tell you've been through hell.
INTRO:. . Ladies and gentlemen,. The next number I'd like to present to you. Is titled senorita,. And is performed by a little group with. A particular style I like to enjoy from time to time..
I don't know where to start; there's just so much to say. And no - one's home so I can indulge again.. I don't know where to stop; I never really tried..
She was diagnosed on a Friday. The kids were almost home. The kids were on their way. Back home from school. . Lying face down in the gutter. Of unaccomplished dreams.
Sometimes we forget, what has once been. and all the beauty we have seen. forlorn from our minds,. . now twisted or disguised. what once gleames above the sky..