new school, old school, all bollocks to me. seems a name means more, then the ideology. divided in two camps, no sign of unity. common goals put in the closet in a split up scene.
Ever got the feeling that you're being controlled. not by the state but by friends you claim to know. being controlled is a common thing. but just act real and fucking win.
Obey their rules - conform. Follow blindly - sheeplike. We shout - no way. Live your lifes - not ours.
English version of Ya nunca ms. (Agnetha Fltskog / Tomas Ledin). Duet with Tomas Ledin. . Our nights are over,. It's just a long flight home,. The last touch in the morning.
Nej, se det snöar, nej, se det snöar. Det var väl roligt, hurra!. Nu blir det vinter, nu blir det vinter. Som vi har önskat, hurra!. Då tar vi kälkarna fram och vantarna på.
Cold sweat in nightmares. The desolate one.. Deceived by betrayers. Alone in a crystal ball,. All hopes are shattered dreams. Through the lens of a neon screen,.
Cold sweat in nightmares. The desolate one. Deceived by betrayers. Alone in a crystal ball. . All hopes are shattered dreams. Through the lens of a neon screen.
They spit in your eye. You'll never retreat.... You resist their attack. We await the command.... Together we stand. With mace In our hands.... The comet burns bright....
Back in the days when I burned out. I wondered to myself just why I never got it figured out. I'm a hero on a mission in a protoplasmic sphere. In another couple minutes I'll up and disappear.
Putrid cross of ignorance, loss of reverence, whip of innocence. Been listening to your mourning, watching you falling. . Deeper, farer, until your calling.
to you I now descend, oh you, deluded souls.. and to purge your sorrow, you forlorn spirits,. the curse I shall invoke. the misanthropic curse, with its sordid, purple claws.
[English translate: Earth Summoning Us]. . to you I now descend, oh you, deluded souls.. and to purge your sorrow, you forlorn spirits,. the curse I shall invoke.
La voi cobor acuma, voi suflete-amagite. Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, spirite-ametite. Blestemul l invoc. Blestemul mizantropic, cu vnata lui gheara. Ca sa va scriu pe frunte, vita ce se-nfiara.
Nobody Knows My Name Lyrics. . Afro, man I know that you live in Mississippi now, but why in the hell did you leave Los Angeles man? I don't understand that..
No seremos pais incgnitos. Netos de filhos ignaros. Mas nestes livros avaros. S moralizam os tolos. Quem tem farelos tem quintas. Diz o bom rei ao soldado.
A pele seca para curtir. - No meu bem. A cara magra para sorrir. - No meu bem. A cama boa para dormir. - No meu bem. A corda boa para subir. - No meu bem.
Nefretite no tinha papeira. Tuthankamon apetite. J minha av me dizia. Olha que a sopa arrefece. Nos funerais de antanho. As capicuas gritavam. E s escuras na cozinha.
Nefretite no tinha papeira. Tuthankamon apetite. J minha av me dizia. Olha que a sopa arrefece. Nos funerais de antanho. As capicuas gritavam. E s escuras na cozinha.
No seremos pais incgnitos. Netos de filhos ignaros. Mas nestes livros avaros. S moralizam os tolos. Quem tem farelos tem quintas. Diz o bom rei ao soldado.
A pele seca para curtir. - No meu bem. A cara magra para sorrir. - No meu bem. A cama boa para dormir. - No meu bem. A corda boa para subir. - No meu bem.