On my last day,. when they call out my name. you can trust me, it all gonna' change.. It seems strange when I put it this way,. but I was always good at writin' what I really wanna' say,.
Say that I'm not built that way,. And I'm not going to stay.. This place I've been so long.. And say that I'm not going down,. And last night doesn't count,.
Hold me close,. Hold me near.. Let me reign,. Let me hear.. Crown me king,. Strength appear.. Mighty men,. Have no fear.. . The white's are all I see,.
I am my father's son, all the mirrors they don't lie. I'm sick to death of looking through these eyes. Take my teeth and spread 'em across the floor. So everyone can see this smile.
Remember when the days were gone. The moon went down the heat was on. And all the gods came down to savage land. . They taught their children... have no fear.
How many years have gone since we went down?. How many tears you lost on dried out ground?. You see the sun and watch the rivers flow. Can you remember the fall?.
It's hard to forgive a man who bought revenge with his soul.. A vein injected with a man's life and his goals.. It's in my face, it hurts and I fall into a hollow sphere..
Take a walk, take the last step. Towards the end. On the backbone of night. These might be the last steps we set. . As we climb to the stars. To the stars.
Watch me riude the sky. with anger and rage.. Hear me rule the air. making lightenings all around. with my hammer of magic steel.. My thunder shakes your ground..
Les crises de l'me. Crisis of soul. . Succumbing to the eternal grief of sorrow. Mangle my plaintive cries. With shattered torments. I shan't modify your life's faith.
Voici le troupeau roux des tordeuses de hanches.. Fuyez des palais morts combles par les barbares.. Tas de chiennes en rut avaleuses de lezards,. Vos crix sans voix percent les batisses du dehors..
(L'Erotique Courtoise 7 years after). . Voici le troupeau roux des tordeuses de hanches.. Fuyez des palais morts combl's par les barbares.. Tas de chiennes en rut avaleuses de l'zard,.
D'une main tenant le glaive. De l'autre le sablier. La lune en deuil. Le ciel de bistre. Le long des rcifs convulsifs. Ville gothique remplie de pendus.
Combattant rugissant au travers d'un prisme. Oh farouche ocan, esprit du temps. . Combattant sans spulture. Eclatant dsespoir de notre inspiration. Poussire de vhmence.
Combattant rugissant au travers d'un prisme. Oh farouche ocan, esprit du temps. . Combattant sans spulture. Eclatant dsespoir de notre inspiration. Poussire de vhmence.
Allright. Babe come to see dady... bitch. Your tongue caress my limbs... suck me. I pinch your pubescent breast. Innocent offered vagina. Rape.... ...Rape.
Somewhere deep into the memories of night. Secret signs are blazing a trail for.. Somewhere far away in the cryptic mist. Two eyes still waiting for the light..
[K. Vanderhoof / R. Munroe]. . And when the strings are pulled again, the puppets dance like mortal men. Who carved in stone our future and our past. Shall we read the blood stained pages and take counsel with the sages.
I'm your conductor, welcome to the station. Always got an empty seat, no need for reservation. There's no need to hesitate, come and step inside. Take a chance, climb aboard, come enjoy the ride.
On the pedestal you stand of promises to keep. I can make the changes and keep you off the streets. I will never let you down together we can win. All I need is your support the funds keep flowing in.