I spell farewell to the flesh That's another return, another loss All the feelings I burn, and all that was Farewell to the flesh-tearing it up at daytime And farewell
Traduction: Nargaroth. Adieu à la chair.
May this nightmare become a dream before the sun rises tomorrow. We will make it out alive. Will we leave this fight unscarred. It's so hard to tell
It's only on the darkest days of our lives we can see the bright. As the clouds submerge the sky and the cold rain hits my face. This feeling is my
the day we die. I wanna see you spill some blood. I wanna see some heart. I wanna see some pain. Say farewell to your self say farewell to the flesh
night is gonna getcha Hey its gonna getcha Give me the night! The night is gonna getcha ahhh it's gonna getcha [Chazzie] I'll be your lady Farewell the
rapture from nature we divorce, like orphans by desire, from this closing light The bewildered sleep - the shadowy voyager is lurking; he?s in the flesh
No flesh and bone to hold me I'll finally set my soul free When I go sailing round the room Through my window across the silver moon No flesh and bone
Farewell the wilderness hand in hand So long, brother, it makes you what god's planned Secret kiss from the market stand As me and my beloved stroll towards
prey to your lust for flesh? PHANTOM (Coldly) That fate, which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me the joys of the flesh . . . this face
ill mentally it was just meant to be Don't step to me you get to see how death is your destiny It gets the best of me guts and flesh digestin me Its
You feelin it, in your bloodstream deadly venemous elixir Hammer like Sledge that be Sister All and together now, follow me, the Mista Meth Candyman, farewell to the flesh
The night is gonna getcha, hey it's gonna getcha Give me the night The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha I'll be your lady, farewell the
moon No flesh and bone to hold me I'll finally set my soul free When I go sailing 'round the room Through my window, cross the silver moon No flesh
Coarse twine tears clean And I have thought about this very instance for all time Decades longer than you or I Crimson comforting, scorching this flesh
I love the dead before they rise No farewells, no goodbyes I never even knew your now rotting face While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave I have
You're the life of the party, everybody's host Still you need somewhere you can hide All your good time friends And your farewell to has-beens Lord knows
silver moon No flesh and bone to hold me I'll finally set my soul free When I go sailing round the room Through my window, across the silver moon No flesh
