so this is how it is without your love. so this is perfectly fitting that i sense your body rising up. you're a comfort to taste but i wake to no one
child Bring the pain out Ours was spirit Raped Intellegence We exist...all...to awaken and save us from war! The essence of doubt Carving a giant Carving
I keep crouching in remnants of him Of your memory laying all folded in remnants of mine To carve deep enough to see your neck's open pulse I take whatever
Wings of butterfly inside My spirit revives, I feel The horizon is widening the circle My destiny is in the clouds The Stone Pilgrim kneels Carving his
the pain out Ours was spirit A great Intellegence We exist...all...to awaken and save us from all! yes its a start Carving a giant Carving the eye
This City is lost as I am. Standing still on an unfriendly sidewalk, Staring at the flickering streetlights... Gently pressing my palm against the dead
, blade is gleaming Ready for cutting Throat cut open, gargling, choking Veins are gushing, blood is spraying Stripping, skinning Brutal hacking, carving
, We're mean We're carving a crimson career Liars and betrayers are scared Cause their blood In the gutter will flow Brimstone move forward to reign As we're carving
This assembly of this damnation Burden me with your weak Curse me with your sick In blood filled walls I lie confined Carving out the blind eye of god
Übersetzung: Ion. Du bist nicht Carving tief genug.
Übersetzung: Jeff Booze. Carving My Name In The Sun.
Übersetzung: Leichenbestatter. Carving Flesh.
Übersetzung: Stash. Carving The Pain.
All of a sudden The watch shouted out: "It's time to prepare cause the Ireland shores are in sight" A christian town is in our reach We're ready And
He is back, for the revenge So cruel and mean He is a killing machine Just waiting for his Pray to show Hear his call, he will kill Just for the thrill
All these fashionschanges passes by I see them rise and take control Just to fade out and die From love to hate and boots of steel I don't care what
Our ancestors saw this holy man Golden cross around his neck He was promising eternal life 9th century christian missionary: "I promise to take your
