I don?t know what the hell I?m doing here Things turn upside down so damn fast Well it looks like it?s gonna be another hard miserable year Uncle Sam
For you, you, for you I had a love of life I had a stable mind There's something wrong with me One fix, a quick release For you, for you, for you Other
This is the sonnet of the wretched Can you hear their screams? Your prayers won?t be heard They will rise When daylight dies they come and bring an
qui s'envole Des moments qui se meurent Une vie qui decolle Pour un nouvel ailleurs Seul sur son banc, le regard fixe, les cheveux blancs Miserable
Slowly left behind But given notice fast Innocent falls the deepest Fake promises, that it?ll soon work out So go home to your family and calm them down
Meet the wretched It's calling, calling So, you're bored and you're sitting Your soul is fitting Let's go to town and meet the wretched I hear, they
Feed Her To The Sharks! Twelve months of misery Stab me in the heart and watch me bleed I was nothing but a puppet Strung by the hands and feet And I'
At its core insincere, Comes close but not to touch. An obligation to deform. And we were warned and in our own reaction, Tied now to this push. Martyrs
(testo e musica di Giuseppe Tranquillino Minerva) Ad ogni delitto corrisponde un castigo Come ad ogni dialetto corrisponde una lingua Ad ogni intrigo
Heeding the call of my resilient foe, Absorbing the sound of the melodies silent. All of my dreams turning scarlet, My screams startling allies in the
I had a love of life I had a stable mind There's something wrong with me One fix, a quick release For you, for you, for you Other people's misery I
[Music by Mueller, Bache, Werning ? Lyrics by Jensen] Like a lamb to the slaughter, unseeing I march, Speed along this descent, poised without a safety
Lorsque j'arrivai sur la rive du fleuve, Je vis les cygnes morts et Je sus que nous approchions des Enfers A droite une source, pres d'elle un cypres
Don't tear apart your name It hides you, and it heals the pain Don't tear out your love, you can't depart from me You'll stay away from harm Abide bt
Skies visible Under the seaside shadows By the city, by the gates Streets of sands/sadness strays The war is over now The pain is over now Fair eyes
[Troisieme Lecon] I'll die without a whisper against you, my Lord. Roses her eyes on the weary veil of Dawn. We were lost in a sea of darkness. A darksom
SOPOR AETERNUS... O mortis secretum, ubi finis nervorum? O funeris algor, ubi sonus somniorum? The insane wine of the night misled my soul At the confluence