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Well you're caught in the headlights Don't know which way to turn And you're going down quickly With my silencer I commandeer your heart And it's making
And the flower... to poison grey The beggars' winter, the almighty's reign A drama in silver Drawn in bitter dusks Clouds drift across the end One's
I have become my Pitiful screams Redeemer of my thoughts Clouded by uncertainty Inevitable the loss Inaudible cries And bittersweet wonders I dream
Unseen I walk among them Through waves of celestial assaults Relieve me from tranquillity Rebellion of no sins Unseen we walk among them In shores where
In their feeble sight Proclaim of evermore Sheding tears Through the fearful throng My lost prosperity Do I unfold? Your rivers shall flow no more And
An ireful descent, so impending The onward for harmony to come Millenium has sealed the domination The invincibles prevail so grand Grant me all your
The fulfillment of my endeavours Upon which I fing horizons Come forward and uncover ...Purity unfailing... ...Unfailing... My entreaty is unsung no
De edad de quinze anos, empesi azer l'amor De edad de quinze anos, empesi azer l'amor Con romance vi colgante, ke me pudo arrevatar Con romance vi
Ashes of a godly empire Pantheon of ages... beloved ruins My dreams are trapped in grief Behold the fadeless nation And I'll lead the powers The powers
A la una yo naci, a las dos m?engrandeci. A la una yo naci, a las dos m?engrandeci. A las tres tomi amante, a las cuatro me cazi. A las tres tomi amante
Hold out for the day You beg me to stay How common of me Not to rise above And I try to deny This gauzy reverie Baby get lost Baby get lost Don't trust
Down in your hole you look cold I hear your voice like music like gold Thy body so white Thy hair so black Thy mouth so red Suffer me once to take
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Yo m'enamore de un aire (ahh...) D'un aire de una mujer D'una mujer muy hermosa Linda de mi corazon Yo me enamore de un aire (ahh...) Linda de mi
Whirlwind Take me there Where I will be His lady fair Sheets of night Hiding us Gusts of wind Riding us I'm blown away Into his hands I'm weak and high
By the time I reach tomorrow I won't be me any way And I'm not collecting sorrow Don't disengage You can't finger what you filter When it travels like
Walking towards nothing Aspect of one's thoughts Sacraments Of instincts' adored Sights... of culminating past Staring shapeless shadows Groveling funeral