Cilea - ADRIANA LECOUVREUR) La dolcissima effigie sorridente in te rivedo della madre cara; nel tuo cor della mia patria, dolce preclara l'aura ribevo
glory Unconquered soldiery The sword holds memories The clash of armored men Lands which bred bravery Strange ways to entice them Arsenal of glory
and spread thy wings... ...And thus we will fly our hearts entwined Join with the pulse of universe's blood. Infinity... reached in the glory of aeons
(dry) sunlight. My face is frozen, byt my eyes still see, for I am in your dreams and fantasies Leave me with my misery, the one who cover me with glory
light Wisely, I naturally avoided the lash And escaped what now is layed in ash You starvers you have seen Nevermore will you look upon the preen Illusionary palace, glory
Coiled embalmed wretched face of evil Lies sinned and furied, in spite of it's glory All matters sewn into one prophet I nail this one seed, and crawl
Dreamer waits! And when the seal of the seventh city is broken, then shall the dreamer in the catacombs of Ur awaken! Forsaken (when His darksome splendorous glory
The darkened clouds reflect my inner confusion Frustrating feelings of dying too soon and i'm Sitting in plain view of master and all of his glory In
the old triumphs to a silent death The old men's corpses consumes in an obscure dust while the new secret shines in a golden aura Past glories could
we have returned To this decayed glory we have mourn... But for what reason the temple of magnificence has been corrupted? We have lost all the aura
The wind blows through a broken window Bringing the leaves of autumn inside As I'm sitting here trying to catch a thought And try somehow not to cry
La dolcissima effigie sorridente in te rivedo della madre cara; nel tuo cor della mia patria, dolce preclara l?aura ribevo, che m?apri la mente. Bella
Triumphant beyond its glory Like a towering prize they stand tall From their hands a demonic entity, as it comes to life The electric playground breathes
! Nell'aura e il palpito d'un grande mister: del nuovo Israel e nato il Signor, il fiore piu bello dei nostri fior ! R. Cantate, o popoli, gloria
of the good. 4. Kanchana barana biraaja subesaa, Kaanana kundala kunchita kesaa Golden hued and splendidly adorned/ with heavy earrings and curly locks 5. Haata bajra aura
des eglises pour chanter le Gloria comme Le temps des cerises Un beau jour va savoir quand sur le calendrier on aura tous envie de prier on aura tous
. The man is married, okay? Married, a thief, and a lousy lover too. I definitely should have resisted. I'm squishing up my baby bumble bee Won't Gloria
Imperium. At his left, the infamous Ogre-Mage of the Black Lake brooded silently, swathed in a stygian cloak and fuliginous cowl and exuding an aura of