moon in the cold wastes of another world Where wintershadows lies untouched Where I dwell at the mountains of madness Entering with the cold winds of
blood-red moon in the cold lakes of another world Winter shadows lies untouched Where I dwell at the mountains of madness Entering the cold winds of funeral dust
cold wastes of another world Where wintershadows lies untouched Where I dwell at the mountains of madness Entering with the cold winds of funeral dust
Übersetzung: Unsterblich. Cold Winds Of Dust Funeral.
The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing to hold face turns cold to the touch. My face was white, laying on the cold tile floor the
Be affraid of his anger He knows your every sin Be affraid of his forces They know how to defeat And beware of gold dust He can send on your head And
niggas buckin' like it ain't nothin' Baby given coke to the young soldiers I told ya we takin' over Knockin' heads off shoulders Think you boulder 'cause you older, but I'm colder
days, the cold September when you said goodbye, look in my eyes - a killing glance. Every end is a new beginning, I'm looking forward to rise from the dust
to be gone all lust is fading away for the dust of forgetting every breath aches as it was the last every moment distored through tears The walls have fallen down, pure cold
remind me of the best years of my life. in this dead air, your breath shows between us: the spaces we've made, the flaws we'd missed. the cold outside
: The fire is already ut when the raine comes. The nucleus of stress chooses dust in the end. Like aerosol evils in a rush towards the sun, it's an oasis
blue to match the sky can't ignore the train night walks in the valley silent you could swear the earth just moved can't ignore the train dust
new wind blowing they say, it's gonna be a cold, cold one. So brace yourselves my darlings, it won't bring anything much our way but more dust bowl days
to crumble into dust you put the evil eye on me green eyed monster's driving me insane and jealous lovers play a deadly game my fire is burning but you're as cold
can't find a crime after it got sprayed This is America, In God We Trust We won justice but...a dick is in the dust... [Amazing V] I'm stereotyped, so
: The blow?s been dealt and taken its toll Listless I stumble like a drunk in the cold Questioning foundations of a hope I took for granted I feel my
My confidence, springs from watching y'all fall Aw, forced to hustle, rap in charge I'ma hop in your brain, tell you whatchu thinkin' Yes, I am speakin', but I ain't writin' So cold
