Songtexte:
Paganini

Oh, Mr. Paganini, please play my rhapsody And if you cannot play it, won?t you sing it? And if you can?t sing you?ll simply have to [Incomprehensible] ?Mr. Paganini

Crooked Five fingers They form a pattern Yet to be matched On the surface simplicity But the darkest pit in me It's pagan poetry Pagan poetry Morsecoding

Crooked Five fingers They form a pattern Yet to be matched On the surface simplicity But the darkest pit in me It's pagan poetry Pagan poetry Morsecoding

Crooked Five fingers They form a pattern Yet to be matched On the surface simplicity But the darkest pit in me It's pagan poetry Pagan poetry Morsecoding

: Horned Master of Endless Time Summon thy Unholy Disciples Trained for Centuries to Come. Gather on the highest Mountain United by Hatred; The final

e nuovo testamento, e son contento. Quando invece sclero vado in paranoia, leggo Gioia. E mi dedico ad un culto un po' obsoleto. ... Io sono Pagani

m Pagan Born! My lord applauds my Pagan ways And in my heart he'll always, always stay Pagan Born! Pagan Born! Woe ooh Pagan Born! My lord applauds my Pagan

voz, di que nunca pediste opinion y si es verdad que existe un Dios que trabaje de sol a sol Ponte en pie alza el puno y ven a la fiesta pagana en la

: tired of walkin round head down lost & found victimized by a prize that ain't worth keepin feelin alone address unknown where do u go when the clouds