aim: Hollowed be thy name Cold were the days Lost in your memory Cold was reality Cold were the days After our souls had to realise two games Hollowed
you hollow dissipate right in front of me undertow sucked you down desolate feeding on emptiness soul bled left you hollow hollow you are hollow shudder
I've seen you sitting in your bed, in your brown gown of dead flowers. And inside your room, in its corners where spiders crawl, and a sour dream centipede
to expire Eyes see yet vision is lost Turmoil soil is tossed Fooling yourself again Your soul never ends Death is inevitable Clutch your crucible Hollowed
my aim... Hollowed be thy name Cold were the days Lost in your memory Cold was reality Cold were the days After our souls had to realise two games Hollowed
Übersetzung: Diversia. Ausgehöhlt.
Übersetzung: Full Blown Chaos. Ausgehöhlt.
Übersetzung: Mob Rules. Ausgehöhlten Be Thy Name.
Übersetzung: Summer. Geisterhaus Hollowed Graves.
I've seen you sitting in your bed, in your brown gown of dead flowers and in your room, in it's corners where spiders crawl, and a sour dream centipede
million pieces of memories and consequences smoke and fog keeps you blinded by ignorance where, in this grim forrest of sincerity they've come to bury me in hollow
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About a man who doesn't know He is really just a thought The doctor said I've got a hollow head... hollow head! The doctor said I've got a hollow head... hollow
: Si je t'ai blesse, Si j'ai noirci ton passe, Viens pleurer, Au creux de mon epaule, Viens tout contre moi, Et si je fus maladroit, Je t'en prie
: Baby I'll admit, I made a mistake Don't know what I was thinking, what I had was so great Tried it to my mind, went back to my heart, I know it ain
face I ever want to see I hope one day soon you can depend on me For more than just my ups and downs More than just these shaky hands and hollow sounds
stone You're crawling under Is lifted off your shoulders Once the cloud that's raining Over you head disappears The noise that you'll hear Is the crashing down of hollow
) Once the cloud that's raining Over your head disappears The noise that you'll hear Is the crashing down of hollow years She's not the kind of girl
