Dark star crashes, pouring its light into ashes Reason tatters, the forces tear loose from the axis Searchlight casting for faults in the clouds of delusion
Dark star crashes, pouring it's light into ashes Reason tatters, the forces tear loose from the axis Searchlight casting for faults in the clouds of delusion
Dark star crashes pouring its light into ashes Reason tatters the forces tear loose from the axis Searchlight casting for faults in the clouds of delusion
Übersetzung: Grateful Dead. Dark Star.
see their festive fires light Frightening figures of fervent evil ushering my demise Congregated demons with red eyes stare right through me Chanting dark
sleeps, street sweepin is senseless, intense, fenced in, fleein A long road ahead, I'm still believin in my freedom On the darkest day, I'd say your darkest
hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all that jazz [Roxie Hart] Say it again. [Fred Casely] You're a star, kid. My little shooting star! [Velma Kelly
I am She Lilith Mistress of the dark Of Sheba First offender And succour to demons Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites Lead all too enslaved by the
sweepin is senseless, intense, fenced in, fleein A long road ahead, I'm still believin in my freedom On the darkest day, I'd say your darkest hour I came
