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Traduction: At The Gates. Et Le Monde de retour.
Roman gates here to make no mistakes Handle stakes and man Lord meet me half ah the way Kicking up dust thugging with my runaway slaves, for safety Livin' in ah world so cruel And
and she means everything, everything, I've been stop I've been go I've been yes and I've been oh, hell no! I've been rock and roll and disco,
through the gates of death IV. Paragons of Perfection Nothing here will be the same I'll see the world through different eyes and I was given clarity
at happy hour Gleam and resonate just like the gates Around the Holy Kingdom With words like, 'Lost and found' and 'Don't look down' And 'Someone save
one another And when the morning came I was ashamed Only now it seems so silly That season left the world And then returned And now you're lit up
at happy hour Leave and resonate Just like the gates Around the holy kingdom With words like "Lost and Found" And "Don't Look Down" And "Someone Save
this.. I like the way this feels [Verse 3] It's a thin line between paper and hate friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights Hell or the pearly gates
now and leave me! (RAOUL and CHRISTINE move off towards the boat. The PHANTOM looks mockingly at his mask. The musical box starts up magically, and he
RETURNING AND SAVE THE WHOLE WORLD THROUGH THE VALLEY OF SIN LED BY THE WHISPERS OF HOLY WIND INTO DAR-KUNOR A NEW SAGA BEGINS Iras Algor: ?And so this
s uncharted Light travels at the rate of 186,000 miles per second through time and space, until it reach a target And once we're freed of darkness, and
and disco Won't you save me San Francisco? Every day so caffeinated, I wish they were Golden Gated Fillmore couldn't feel more miles away So wrap me up return
the Roman gates here to make no mistakes Handle stakes and man Lord meet me half ah the way Kicking up dust thugging with my runaway slaves, for safety Livin' in ah world so cruel and
and sage Merry thug raid, may they bust in gauge Merry judge pray, when they lower my cage And my flesh return to wet clay From which I was made, my bones rot and
'em, fed NARC's, I dip 'em Bentley and large rims spinnin', the shit is sickenin' My rhymes, my flow, I got all the symptoms Rinks and links and trips
'em, fed NARC's, I dip 'em Bentley and large rims spinnin, the shit is sickenin My rhymes, my flow, I got all the symptoms Rinks and links and trips