please god, grant me the serenity to accept the things that i cannot change the courage to change the things that i can. and the wisdom to know the difference
Traduction: Blood For Blood. Une prière dans le ciel nocturne.
too good of a feeling As I head out to the night I cursed the sky to open I begged the clouds for rain I prayed to God for water For this burning
of all our destiny Don't close your eyes tonight For the lights beyond still shine towards a brighter day The time has come for us tread blood across
s raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess About once or twice a week though it thunder storms That's when giant heavy red and black clouds form It's raining blood
the other side where the grass is greener And the sky is always blue And it goes on forever and ever but there is only room for two Deep at night I'm
a troph holding the line clutching the phone nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right it's not right smelling for blood praying for rain running away
of school or have abortions Stop workin hopin that they find a man that will support them Up late night, on they mother's cordless Thinkin a perm or
sum of all our fears Throughout these blood-red years For land, for faith For that eternal thirst within, that we pray for death to fill For revenge, for hate, For
had found the sails, for the following night The town, for her, was getting way too small She promised to be mine Forever, ...for that one night...
old witchcraft He made a spell and a potion on a midsummer's night He killed a brindled calf in the pale moonlight He prayed to the sky, but he prayed
guess They was right When they said that was such a psycho sight Sick inside a slight Deliver that makes me want to go Master P at night right No more pain I complain and pray
take the buttons from a yellow jacket the feather from a buzzard and the blood from the bounty hunters cold black heart catch the tears of a window in a
as the buzzard drove a crooked sky he was dealin high chicago in the mud and stackin' the deck against a dragnet's eye a shivering nightstick in a miserable heap with the siren for a
happening all over again saturday, december 4th that night woudl become a grave that would crush my heart joy and laughter exchanged for grief and silence searching for
little as a word Well, needless to say, Russ was a little perturbed Then in a fury put the pressure on her girlfriend Shawn And like a clumsy chef she
my mind. He either bought a plane ticket up or went to that lake of fire for a dive. I asked mom where was dad. She said in a nursing home. My brother