You know how you feel There's still spirit in your eyes You know that it's real Don't settle for compromise You know how you feel There's still spirit
Traduction: Bien-aimé. Esprit.
it hovers about me like a great body some diseased outer shell some decaying finite skin encasing my morale Edgar: You mentioned your sister was ill Roderick Usher: My beloved
In my hallucination I saw my beloved's flower garden In my vertigo, in my dizziness In my drunken haze Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel I saw
[PART I: LO SPIRITO DELLA FORESTA] [King Uriel:] The horns of war were sounding On icy winds the echoes of ancient fears will breathe again Soon on the
fall... in this evil war... ...fought to protect our ancient throne From this grey prison I look at you my lost and beloved wasted holy town I call
eternity. It is as if a love letter - or everything I have written - were to be torn up and the pieces scattered, in order to reach the beloved. No entrance
cleanse us thy kingdom, defy this by fire and blood My sanctum, this majesty of sin These structures of malevolance inherit my darkened spirit Storm the
computers fill the hallowed halls. We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls. III. Discovery ... "Behind my beloved
A sacred dimension Not by might Nor by power By his spirit His loving intention His loving intention In this way my love Whispers to me Warm, beloved
catalogues, I was seasonally robed You fear I'm swallowed, know that I'm the one who sips at their cup Drink down this business spirit, now I found I
gunshots*} {*beat kicks in*} [Intro Pt. II: (singer) Daddy Rose ] (Tell me where, have I seen you somewhere before) Maccabean empire, Masada beloved
was physically incapable Of responding to them in any way There was surprisingly no sensation of death But without doubt, I knew I was dying As my spirit
Sleep now, sleep and so fade sorrow Sleep beloved, sleep, sleep, now sleep Afar tomorrow, sleep beloved, sleep You are home this night, home of winter
, My spirit feel's week These Here Tears aint madness im writen Kokain aint no game 4 my friends, there soul's R fighten' Y u depressed, when I ask that they blast bak Please, holy spirit
-to my godess- I suffered thousand nights, My spirit cried, I lost my dream, My sense of life was locked Beyond a secret silent stream I was lost in the