I heard you had a voice like an angel I heard a strange tale About a saint that fell Music became jail These bars I hear you rapped/wrapped in em Wove
I heard you had a voice like an angel I heard a strange tale About a saint that fell Music became jail These bars I hear you rapped in 'em Wove in the
Traduction: Alose. Je vous ai entendu avait une voix Comme Un Ange.
Can you give me? Feel me? Falling like rain are the tears of an angel. Can you feel me? Feel me? Falling like rain are the tears of an angel. I
... Can you give me? Feel me? Falling like rain are the tears of an angel. Can you feel me? Feel me? Falling like rain are the tears of an angel.
nature you better be aware, danger aaaaaah ah aaaaaaaaaaah I'm ur midnight angel I'm a freak come on yeah I'm a freak of nature I'm a little material, got bling bling my glasses got a shade
part of me, the heart of me To watch it fade away It's over now It's over now Shades of blue and purple haunt me Heaven Heaven is far away Angels no
of me, the heart of me To watch it fade away It's over now It's over now Shades of blue and purple haunt me Heaven Heaven is far away Angels no longer
She's softly breathing next to me A shining angel sent to me From where she came it's hard to say Tiny star she guides my way When we were lovers We
[Lucifer:] Oh angel o? my winter; grieveth for the pain o? sadness. A gothic embrace restores my love God took away... Ye romance o? forgotten times...
Spiteful Blasphemy shall End in the Dark of The Devils Black Moon. The Devils Moon cast it_s Shade over the Mountain of Doom where the Angels Weep
(Lyrics by Anders Jacobsson, August 1998, edited July 1999) Lucifer: Oh angel o' my winter; grieveth for the pain o' sadness. A gothic embrace restores
What kind of man lays his hands on the women he loves? Calls he angel, but shows no remorse in her blood He covers her body in bruises and scars You don
And I might introduce her to mack me Told my homeboy I was scoping hoping To crack them legs wide open Ready to break that banging ass Get it with the shad
you didn't think I'd let you fly forever with that bullshit you've been running Like whatever is whatever You were fly in the beginning Had the laugh of an angel
to a day of my life, day of my life The memoirs of an imperfect angel Whoa Welcome, welcome, welcome to a day of my life The memoirs of an imperfect angel
can smell The spell of the Motel The lying man was standing deep in the shade singing a sweet serenade he's back in the sixties hell's angels parade