This strategy won't change It's over when Never do you gain And always you win And tragedy remains Though we're given Every chance to change We don't
This strategy won't change It's over when Never do you gain And always you win And tragedy remains Though we're given Every chance to change We don'
girl a big city devours never leave lonely alone... some of us laugh even in our darkest hour never leave lonely alone... unspoken rules of solitude wound
leader is laid low He was ready to fall He was quick to defend Killed outright he was By his own men It's the last day's last hour Of the last happy
how sweetly they chime Beyond the horizon I found you just in time It's dark and it's dreary I've been pleading in vain I'm wounded, I'm weary My repentance
the place is ringed with countless foes Some of them may be deaf and dumb No man, no woman knows The hour that sorrow will come In the dark I hear the
I left walkin' wounded I made my escape from the rain Still a prisoner of hurt I had months worth of work Just freein' my mind of the pain I had hours
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead WG did forge our wedding bed On a hard and holy road We lay down our head In tha hour of gold, the hour oi lead
I'm the deepest cut I'm the deepest wound I'm the deepest lie you ever told I'm the hardest part I'm the blackest heart I'm the darkest night that's
blame But every minute, every hour, Every second 40 hours And counting I shut my eyes and sleep here Shut my eyes and sleep to dream Lately after dark
Away from the others, beyond caring In this darkest of hours Time draws out like a knife The reflection once whole, now only a wound, seeping hurt
. I'm at a place of where I give no grace. I'm a soldier of war. I sit waiting for my darkest hour to come. I cannot think of all the things that I
I am your darkest hour I am your fall from power I am the voice you dread and I'm Screaming out inside your head I am the final count I am your demons
[G. Tipton, K.K. Downing] I am your darkest hour I am your fall from power I am the voice you dread and I'm Screaming out inside your head I am the
drum I'll never mend and all the rain falls down amen on the works of last year's man. I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark
Though the sword was his protection The wound itself would give him power The power to remake himself at the time of his darkest hour She said the wound
you darling, not while I'm around. [Anthony]: Mr. Todd! ... You wait for him here, I'll return with a coach in less than half an hour. Don't worry, no
Hours from sunrise, here in the heart of darkness Where even demons fear to tread Restraints that hold you down and render you helpless Behind the wall
