翻訳: カラーコールドブラック. 最後の章.
翻訳: カラーコールドブラック. Katerkopf.
翻訳: カラーコールドブラック. カタルシス.
the garden of the soul Where the girls run barefoot and all life lives uncontrolled Come on baby let's kick back and bleed with me awhile Never mind the cold black
In black and white Now I see the world In a different light Your love colours, colours everything Your love colours, colours everything Your love colours, colours everything Your love colours, colours
A cold winter's night Quiet and black There's no one but us And the whole world stands back While we lose ourselves In stories we tell Suddenly everything
give to you A Java princess of Hindu birth A woman of flesh a child of earth I give to you The hanging gardens of Babylon Miles Davis the black unicorn
apart, but it's a song you can wither O'Sister Those lines thats in your hands Their hardend and rough, like a road map of sorrow My sister There is a
convalesce Chorus: We're gonna live (X 9) like the rest. Feel the blacks of these waters, and the cold lonely air. On the rock at the seas, a vesicle
What you do to me You are all four seasons Rolled into one You're like the cold December snow In the warm July sun I'm the jet black sky That's just
I loved the Lone Ranger and I loved that Dennis Law Him and George Best, sure knew how a kick a ball I wanted tae be a cowboy, and learn a crack a whip
six dimensions, seeing just the patterns on the wall. Cold eyes searching for a space that's warm enough to take them through the night. There's only black
skipped from the red to the black. Cracked a joke about the joker, saluted all the kings, threw a ring to the blackest queen who ushered me away to the
wedding can now take place". They left for Fern Mag, as the cold wind blew, In a chariot she felt deaths embrace. "I am Deirdre, for a short time alive
A Lonesome Wind Entered the Pits of my Dreams Swept my Thirst into Shades of Gleams It Spread a Rain of Ethereal Tunes Coloured my Pictures so Freezing
In the eyes of death I journey, a vortex of supreme black gales where swift light of deep blue Kaos focus in the invincible blackness. My evil soul grows
I can see the winds, I can breath the chilling cold! I can touch the spectral colours of the night: The sun of Storms I am, the black night from yester
world of bleakness Doleful is the cost of life But my heart is the perfect shrine For my burial on this black cold winter day At one with fear, for the
