Way back in 1982.... My friends and me, We had some work to do. But still we stuck to our guns. And made a whole lot of fun. Af those who toed the line.
Choked by your own lie, God blessed no one. Controlled by your brainwashed mind. A vision of salvation nowhere to be found. . Your religion makes me sick.
A child of autumn was born. Into a world of deceit and death. And a land of ice. A break of bonds would take her away. And install a sense of loss and eternal sorrow.
Deserted again.. You speak to me through the shadows.. Walking in closed rooms, using cold words.. Captured by the night.. The yearning escapes from my embrace..
Heal myself, a feather on my heart. Look inside, there never was a start. Peel myself, dispose of severed skin. All subsides, around me and within. . There's nothing painful in this.
She told me why. She told me lies. I always take care of this. I told her how. I've always stayed. Always waited for nothing. . When I get out of here.
Heal myself, a feather on my heart. Look inside, there never was a start. Peel myself, dispose of severed skin. All subsides, around me and within. . There's nothing painful in this.
After the battle is over. And the sands drunken the blood. All what there remains. Is the bitterness of delusion. . The immortality of the gods. Sits at their side.
Cantinero traiga una botella pa'que me quite el dolor,. Quiero olvidarme de las penas al son de guira y tambor.. . Nacho:. Cantinero traiga una botella pa'que me quite el dolor,.
Where have you left us. What are we to do. This place of such madness. If we only knew. How could you betray us. Lived your beckoning. Only to find we'd see the reckoning.
Screams of pain, haunt the night. Cadavers burning, oh so bright. left to die, horrible death. Now awaiting, hell's breath. Heaps of bodies. Pilled ten high.
Welcoming the virgins fair, to live a noble life. In the castle known to all - the Count's infernal wife. She invites the peasants with endless lavish foods.
I lost my self, in those streets. A passenger of foreign tongue. The sun sets, in the same language. And rises just the same. . There was no grand design.
Turn my back on the world. Let my heart grow cold. I bled the light from my soul. Like a dying sun. . From the ashes resurrected. . I must crawl, crawl from the dark.
Charging straight out the gates. And I'm swinging for keeps. No! Nothing can stop me now. Fly on the wind, my friend. I'll fight until the end. You build them up.
Bloodlustmord. Bloodlustmord. . Cold blooded passion zealous lustful wargasm. deranged-bloodlustmord. . Bloodlustmord. . Total arousal, a frigid wargasm.
Holding court at club meds. Swore you'd never be, never be, never be, holding back again. The world of make believe, make believe, make believe's so much better than friends.
Cry with a smile. My heart is bleeding, bewildered, I'm here alone. Why is there pain in a beautiful moment?. Why do I feel so lost, so empty?. . Cry with a smile.
25 bucks and a bottle of wine. The pressures on but I feel fine. I crawl into a hole for a couple of days. This God sure works in mysterious ways. Heart has been racing.