Here I lie On my own in a separate sky... Here I lie On my own in a separate sky... I don't want to die On my own, here, tonight Here I lie On my
I met Ferdinand de Saussure On a night like this On love he said, "I'm not so sure I even know what it is" "No understanding, no closure It is a nemesis
You?re not gonna drag me into the sunlight I don?t wanna kick and pull at you all night If all our air, I drift from your fingers Close the door and show
. Looking beyond the fields of death. Like an eagles eye for you, I'll find the grave, the space you will fill. In the killing fields of death.
On the Fields of Death Carnage Carnage Rules The Fields Of Death Carnage Carnage Rules The Fields Of Death Carnage rules the Fields of Death And for more Death
Übersetzung: Magnetic Fields. Der Tod von Ferdinand de Saussure.
Übersetzung: Sacred Steel. Carnage Rules The Fields Of Death.
destroy. Looking beyond the fields of death. Like an eagles eye for you, I'll find the grave, the space you will fill. In the killing fields of death
You?re not gonna drag me into the sunlight I don?t wanna kick and pull at you all night If all our air, I drift from your fingers Close the door and
: (Michael Jackson) What about sunrise? What about rain? What about all the things That you said we were to gain? What about killing fields? Is
't I came to a field, catchin cases, litigation Niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states I'm screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain't no
M.O.P Intro] Hahahahahaaa Yeah Nigga Whoo.. The Smoke of New York Get up, Come On! Ah! [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] There's nowhere to run to when death
has risen to the sky His roots are bound to the field of memories Memories doomed to die Once his beauty withers ruin is so close Pale as death the
: [Spoken] We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding
understand Countless heads, ears and eyes Never hear, never cry Tribal chants, tribal war Tribal death, tribal gore And the scaveggers are feeding Cuz the killing fields
the night show really matters if we dwell in the fields of regret What horror must invade the mind when the approaching judge shall find sinful deeds from all mankind With death