: 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 ehi ehi mezzo milione sai che gia sicuro, ma ne basta soltanto uno per mandarti a fanculo, diritto stippo solamente kiffa con il desiderio
: - Good evening, Mr. Thompson (You callous guy) - How do you do? - Good evening, Mrs. Thompson (Luxuriant madame) - How do you do your hair? - Oh, I
: I had a dream in earlier days loved by the one my Heart desired Then it all started to fade away Our love, once so strong, flowed through our hands
: Silent Darkness sweeping lonely Earth Seeking a place where truth still has worth Alien power watching over me Is my longing what I find in Thee
: Escape the carven paths Listen to the voices in your head Hear them whisper in their ancient tounges Let them lead you out of Darkness Into the newborn
: Vandrer ensom pa ukjente stier Skumringen senker seg Roper, venter -stillheten tier Skumringen senker seg Vakker sang langt av lei Myrkledd slette
: I seek your coast your horizon... whispering fingertips on dripping skin... feeble questions... sounds from my throat
: I long for you As a flower for the morning dew I long for you As a hind longs for the running streams Frown on me no more And let me smile again Before
: I seek your coast Your horizon... Whispering fingertips On dripping skin... Feeble questions Sounds from my throat
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: This rave masquerade Of sophisticated vampires They stride between earthworms Entrance the soil They edge along pavements Intoxicated vampires Evasive
: Built walls of porouse words Made labyrinths and steeples Which speared the atmosphere A ray of light was let in Blinded me Shattered my white knuckles
: So pure Once again inhaling the poison Aggressive Turquoise Powdery Fluttering oxygen This room This irregular galaxy This glassy stone Falling from
: The day vanishes Withers like trodden grass Our whispers are wafting along by the breeze Through an open passage Absorbed by the night Conjure up
: The pulsation of my blood The pressure splits my skin Magma floats Burns feeble flesh into ashes Sulphurous screams in my head In a petrified soul
: I am bound to past And stagnant presence Sallow faces, seducers Seize my threads of mind To suscipe pre animabus illis Quarum hodie memoriam facimus