eyes without a face Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face Got no human grace your eyes without a face. Such a human waste your eyes without a face
eyes without a face Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face Got no human grace your eyes without a face Such a human waste your eyes without a face
Tha War At Home Locked Wit Out A Wage Ya Standin' In Tha Dropzone The Clockers Born Starin' At An Empty Plate Momma's Torn Hands Cover Her Sunken Face
without a face (Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face (Les yeux sans visage) Your eyes without a face Got no human grace, your eyes without a face (Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face
without a face (Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face (Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face Got no human grace Your eyes without a face Such a human waste Your eyes without a face
[XXV. The origin of the Mayfair Witches] [By the letters of Petyr Van A., 1638] From that crazy night I never forget my love Before he pile of logs,
I'm hunting a nightmare on the road to the old castle of my calm, of my dreams my new home the moon lights my way and shows the dark windows nearly
here my fellow make yourself at home now look at here! you'll see the death you'll see over the door the faces in the wall I'll give eternity help me
I remember the Night That sight's still inside On old men's streets Ghosts of never beens Voices of the Violin Cried for many Nights Flames of the mind
My mind's remains come to life again While ny sould awakes from my sence's Night But at once another dark's spreading around... To feel if I were a dead
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Another night Another fright Another passion the words in my mind The eyes becoming wild Flesh and blood...bloody bones At night outside I can't control
Tell me not in mornful numbers "life is but an empty dream!" for the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life
The Night surrounds and closes inside... The woods' silence cries in my mind And a little light appears on the long dark road... Black trees around-standing
In the darkness of Time, in the name of God Truth dies in the dying shout, Crying kisses or killer's hands And the glory grows on glorious heads... This
Inside these walls my hunger sating... Thrill waits to be blazed, flames up Life's immense current stops The fate of you-I make it your face Your love
I herd the trailing garments of the night sweep through her marble halls; I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light from the celestial walls I felt
