t you never ask the reason why bad world american sad world l'american hold me and never come again in the bad new world ain't no wages of sin enter
Des abimes profonds de tristesses Au fond desquelles je suis eternellement plonge, Je songe a mon suicide. Sitting at the foot of the black winding
Paysage automnal, pluie, vent et tempete. Voile noir sur mon ame, pleurs de mon coeur. Murmure spectral d'une ombre banale. Pleure! Pleure! Pleure!
O vampire with eternal beauty come to me and drink my blood countess eager of beauty, be the mistress of my nights. O my beautiful dark countess go out
Elle pleure seule au milieu d'un cercle de pierres noires. Ses larmes de solitude sont emplies de la souffrance du desespoir. Elle est seule, la princesse
Isis my mother, thou who are beyond the cosmic abysses, great is your shrine. Hail o sacred order of goodness Nut. Let the sanctuary of Unnu be blessed
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I can't drown your face from my mind. I can feel that the sadness fills my soul. Your watch shows me the way Your breath gives me the life. My soul
: let me see where you belong ill take the pain in my side as a mother loves a son feeding me your curious meal ill be home when i know where you come
s done (My City, My City, My City) And we ought to just live that out in our everyday life, you know what I?m sayin? (My City, My City, My City) It blessed
Coz even though they died You can best believe they watching over thee from the sky Never asked for this misery But look at what you gettin' It's a blessing
the grievin - who do you believe in?) Who do you believe in? (Who do you believe in?) Who do you (Blessed and still breathin) Oh blessed, oh blessed (
prayer to the Almighty, ?Grant us strength, faith, judgment fair, love for life till the end?? Angels of Heaven descend into the Night, Bless humankind
seals my fate the dawn echoes the night with my glory...the sun himself honors me once king of roses, now lord of gold the Gods themselves envy my hand blessed
: I sat down upon the church house steps As I watched the world in sin I hung my head and I wept I sat down upon the church house steps As the spirit
not ice Like a hero or a champion You are the best, you're the best Like religion or superstition With you I am blessed With you I am blessed Now
discern Kneeling in hope of reprimand This Father's love shall not within me flow I've fallen to my knees in hollow prayer How original a sin! We'll
