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Elle est finie la belle histoire Elle est finie tu peux me croire Au dernier cri des amours mortes Adieu Tu peux prier, y a rien a faire Pourquoi crier
There's a line that is drawn through the ages On that line stands an old rugged cross On that cross, a battle is raging To gain a man's soul or it'
A blackened darkness falls into the bliss of our heart The bells of death shall toll, a caress of dolefulness stills our mind Endlessly we shed our tears
In the midst of a stormy winters night When you?re out in the cold Who do you turn to, to make you feel warm? When you?ve done everything that you can
en suelo, sobarte toda y besarte hasta los dedos Es lo que quiero y nunca ponerle freno a este amor que se extiende y es eterno si es eterno Tirarte
In the heat of early morning on a hill They call The Skull The roaring of the angry mob Had settled to a lull All eyes were cast upon the man Whose hands
Instrumental song
In the heat of the early morning On a hill they call the Skull The roaring of the angry mob had settled to a lull All eyes were cast upon the man whose
For the wages of sin is death, You have to die. But how you?ll comprehend what is death If you don?t know what is to live. I am not talking of biological
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