Make it stop Through all this pain and suffering I need you back in my arms After all this pain and suffering I want you back in my arms Through all this pain and suffering
from this pain you bring Well I can feel it again This loss is slowly crushing me Through all this pain and suffering I need you back in my arms After all this pain and suffering
Übersetzung: Boden. Leiden.
Paralyze the angels Freeze the forgiven Baptize in fire Unleash the devil at heart Unleash the maelstrom mephisto [chorus:] So sinner, mourn well Make all the swans suffer
For control of the soil, sacred grounds of faith Soaking in the blood, the blood of their redemption Longing for deliverance... from sin Apostles of perversion, the suffering
Pretty soon there will be nothing in this world For men to spare [Pre-chorus:] Stupidity, causing pain And sickness To our world Suffer [Chorus:] On
: Elements of war In cold human detest Scan the world Invade, kill the rest No remorse Come forth, demonize Break through Infest their soil In silence
of they birth confused, who's to be praised? The mighty dollar -- or almighty Allah I'm like the farmer, plantin words, people are seeds My truth is the soil
was bulging as if under a great weight. When the council investigated They discovered that the man in the flat above Had transported a large quantity of soil
Without reason or compromise You stole my dreams Now all I believe is dead inside Be quick now, child And soil my bed with all your dirt Just keep me suffering
are makers of this wrong Insanity's in the fields Reaping the heavy crop It mows by scythe of death It's the usual process Soil's turned up and fertilized
but I can walk much faster than this Can't run but A cooling system Burns out in the Ukraine Trees and umbrellas Protect us from the new rain Armies of engineers To analyze the soil
When I'm sampling from your bosom Sometimes I suffer from distractions like Why does God cause things like tornadoes and train wrecks? When I'm swimming
Ran out of time Forcing me down Deep into pain Uncontrolled suffering Hysteria - Crying No blood in my veins Left here alone Hear my screams of torment
is everywhere My God, unshackle me My suffering grows with increase of my guilt Destroy devotion. Be at one with the earth I sink down into the clammy soil
is the english translation of Nabucco) Fly, thought, on wings of gold, go settle upon the slopes and the hills where the sweet airs of our native soil
, til I come back like a tsunami Never microwave like the watchers of the weight I'm wrapped in aluminum foil, I do my dirt like Kwame Until that same soil