En esta noche tan fria, la calle no es un. buen lugar. estate bien tapadita. no te vayas a constipar. y al consejo ni caso, salio de casa sin. avisar.
No way out of your misery. Alone in pain and agony. Lay depressed and hollow. One thought in your mind. -No tomorrow. And then you had made up your mind.
At the dawn.... The golden moon was shining bright. With the silvery eyes of death. They had seen me salute the flames in the sky. ...Northern lights....
She was no longer precious to me. I guess my hate grew much stronger than my love for her ever did. (I was) so tired of chasing that person who made me feel loved.
The axe, the bottle, and the rope. The feeling there really is no more hope. The thought of the great unknown. And facing it alone. The dark, the silent, and the cold.
Eyes without light can see so clear. what those with sight are blind to.... The final fight is getting near. And they were right, we will lose.... Come this far no turning back.
Carpe diem.... Seize the day before your life fades away.. Reach for the skies - for the distant sun. and keep on hiding from the gun.. . No! You need to sell your soul.
(music: Tenkula & SENTENCED, words: Jarwa). "He shall appear to thee and thou shall know Him.. He is no son of god, He is the son of the Earth!". a new Messiah....
(music: Tenkula & SENTENCED, words: Jarwa). think about all the good in your life. - it's only temporary. think about all the positive sides in life. - they never last forever.
Far to the east ruled the Samurai, mystic warrior class,. Honorable brave, bark armoured man, donning hideous mask.. 700 years of reigning Japan, the masters of attack,.
Walking through life with blinders on. Trying not to get too deep in the wrong. With all the peer pressure that they advertise. It's a full time chore to hold back my demise.
Damned right out of paradise. It's all right between the eyes. We are all the same at birth. And at the end of a knife. . To the grave, had it made. Ignorant but mighty brave.
Turning to the right, feel it getting tight. Demand of the heart, my hands rip apart. I'm so afraid, my welcome overstayed. Never find a way to make all this okay.
I see the mighty fortress crumble, tumble to the ground. Swarms of rumbling bumble bees, consume the frantic crowd. Seething, breeding mescaline drench the pretty girls.
Wake up to face another day of. Madness, the modern world at play.. Corruption, from white and blue alike,. Serenity is jeopardised.. . Envoys are delt their hands..
The Open Road,. like a blue horizon. And you could see for Miles. So we could submerge right here. And we should bring our hearts there.... Top of the White trees.
Alcohol is in my veins. Tears fall as I think of you.. The true memory you left me with. is a key to the wine of melancholy.. . I drown myself in the deepest of sorrows-.
Landscapes of frozen methane. Vast fields of blue dust before my eyes. I was sent here to describe and tease. The minds of the fantasy kings (of my homeland).
Many nights I have waked. Waiting for the four winds to gather. Here in the desert there are no roads. They went away the night before. . Silence only surrounds me.
[2:54]. . When night comes creeping in,. dark restless shades arise.. Graveless souls are gathering.. Seem to ignite the flame.. . Creeping shadows roam the night,.