Übersetzung: Demoncy. Risen From The Ancient Ruins.
Übersetzung: Julie. From The Mist Of The Ruins.
Neurotic minds realize the danger expect their destiny, fear the future Past never changes running into unconscious ruins future can't be hidden starring at unconscious ruins
He heads back to his homeland. He rides fast like a storm wind But the flames in the horizon, Tell there is only death to be found. By the smoking ruins
decades of anger and strength, they were the first and they will be the last... upon the horizon, in the heart of the only world, the ruins are the roots
the cold earths scorn we lie buried and long forgotten, once heroes loved by our kingdom we decay in nameless tomb. Our crown has been relinquished, overthrown from
home tonight well i guess i was right all along , all along they will learn about themselves don't worry , about a thing seeing you flee , from my life
just the take a call joanne says "girl, what the fuck r u doing? all these boys r gonna b your ruin." now i can't help but overhear as i'm kissing from
I just couldn?t make things right Is this really happening, oh god I think I just ruined my life What the fuck am I doing? I can?t tell the difference from
for cheat? i will never again care or see the things you are that ruin me. light at the end. no way to escape all the ways we offend. the ruins of you
fella shit serious I live on the tour bus and party on the plane I got hos from Hawaii to motherfuckin' Spain You can creep in the truck on the low from
that I'll leave all compassion were it's due. at the foot of your headstone it's too late to rise from the ruin. the stench of death hangs in the air
From the beat of the silent thinker To the feet of the stompin' crowd Just another early drinker Who knows that thinkin' makes the world go round From
saints preserve you, Cos nobody here deserves you, I?m living my life in flashback, Since I lost my card or cashback, And I?ve gone to wrack and ruin,
to me. Because they can't deny. They just have to see that the roots and the ruins are the same thing. I often hear the new poetry from your scratchy
: The sky was falling, heaven was calling. When danger crashes, rose from the ashes. Like two statues hidden inside ancient rock, We were praying
the rains have ended and the blooms have gone, everyone killed by the morning frost. Is a cactus blooming there upon the Northern rim or in the ruins
