paura. Ballando per la primavera ballando lungo la frontiera ballando soli per le vie di Praga. Ballando per la Luna Nuova ballando lungo la Moldava ballando stretti per la Vecchia Praga
: This twisted, wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of Hell. In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell. Where the doors
: I'm walking through the summer nights Jukebox playing low Yesterday everything was going too fast Today, it's moving too slow I got no place left
: Old Reilly stole a stallion But they caught him and they brought him back And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground With an iron chain around
: I pack my suit in a bag i'm all dressed up for prague i'm all dressed up with you all dressed up for him too prepare myself for a war before i even
: Saint Teresa the Sacred parted us in 1783 Her body was found incorrupt with no sign of decay Saint Frances Xavier got dug up in 1975 All the priests
: There are clouds on the horizon. Shifting colors, heavy rain. High above the roaring thunder. Shooting bullets through your brain. There's something
: This is the sound of the lost Beaten and broken Rising up and claiming what was been taken from us From the shadows of the past From the depths of
: This Is The Sound Of The Lost, The Beaten And Broken, Rising Up and finding what has been, Taken From Us, From The Shadows Of The Past, From The Depth
: Mein Lied fur den Schmerz, die Pein, den Abgrund, den Tod Und fur sie, die sie mich nicht gehen lasst, die Seuche in mir. J-A-W [Refrain - 2x] /
: (Bob Dylan) Old Reilly stole a stallion But they caught him and they brought him back And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground With an iron
: The ancients, they forewarned of such plight. Infinite blackness shrouds the sky. This is only the first sign. The ancients, they were forwarned
: Di antichi fasti la piazza vestita grigia guardava la nuova sua vita: come ogni giorno la notte arrivava, frasi consuete sui muri di Praga.
: (originally by Mega City Four) It breaks my heart to leave you far behind and it breaks me up to leave so suddenly knowing we might never meet again
: Visions of the past rise up amongst the pain Reminders of the torture your false religious reign Political lobotomy of the wasteland masses Death for
: All the times. All the ways. All the nights. All the days. All the highs. All the lows. All the kids. All alone. All of this comes to an end
It breaks my heart to leave you far behind it breaks me up to leave so suddenly knowing we might never meet again It hurts so much to lose another friend
It's a one-horse town One big desert Asphalt desert Asphalt jungle Beyond the threshold, beyond the threshold Change for the worse Change nonetheless
