with all this might through every night that I long for you I wrote this here song for you, my hatred is strong for you My love for God is greater than
windowpane, horizon unfolds The spell cast upon my land blurs my blue eyes? Ancient feel, a time long gone, earth power unleashed Vestige of a dying day
never leave 'em loose self-made traps, self-made locks combinations i forgot for guards and gates i await i'm a natural born inmate could be free if i choose born
know my one destiny I know my one future All that cause I'm Born to be kamikaze I never had a chance I'm oblige to do it I'm sorry for those who died For
upcoming snow, which is born somewehre in North. Northernmost at the end of the rainbow. The burning colours of autumn, such a beatuiful garment for death
: Play the song. What do you get for trying? The minute you're born you're dying. The body is six feet down. The Lord says the soul sticks around
Distant ships sailing into the mist, You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing. Freedom just around the corner for
remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying. Temptation
testo I have run from the truth Since the days of my mispent youth I was hungry for kindness I was lost in life's blindless When you're born without
: I was born when I met you Now I'm dying to forget you And that is what I know Though I dreamed I would fall Like a wounded cannonball Sinking down
of every first born dying now, Watch the rivers flow with blood, death will stand where life once stood, So clap your hands to the sound of every first born dying
of her daddy's house But all her pretty dreams are torn She stares off alone into the night With the eyes of one who hates for just being born For all
: He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail At six months old he'd done three months in jail Here at the bank in his diapers and his little
: One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith
't have to think, I take her to the floor, looking for a moment when the world seems right, And I tear into the guts, of something in the night. You're born
into fast livin' I ain't into dying young And i ain't looking to be forgiven For any of the stupid things that i've done For the ones who once had a