: Said he doesn't remember anything about a wall, "There's nothing there," he told me. "Nothing at all." Said she only remembers pictures on the floor
: Mirabas hacia el final de la barra a una rubia platino, delgada, con un vestido cenido que fumaba un Ducados. "?Que hago?", preguntabas. "Dile cualquier
: Una cita en un cafe el llega primero y la imagina alta y con los ojos miel,lleva en su mano el papel con el anuncio que solo insita un apuesto hombre
: No hay na, na, na No hay na, na, na Si no hay na, na, na No hay na, na, na Yo te hablo claro Pero tu estabas bien Ahora vengo suelto a ver si asi
: [Lyrics - Tucker, Music - Azagthoth] I stand before thee, gods of all prestine Come forth to see, all things to be seen Now know the presence, and
: (Instrumental)
: Let us paint your inner vision Drop the curtains and absorb this sonic invasion. Sensorial Theatre of the non-seen, This illusionary moment, our
: I conjure thee, o ancestor of the gods! I summon thee, creature of darkness by the words of darkness! I summon thee, creature of hatred by the words
: [MUSIC BY: DAVID DEFEIS & EDWARD PURSINO] [KLYTEMNESTRA'S SPIRIT:] Spirit of the Air... Remember Spirit of the Earth... Hear my Prayer Spirit of the
I stand before thee, gods of all prestine for flock of tyrants, who know not thy path come forth to see, all things to be seen now know the presence,
Its all eggs bacon beans and a fried slice. Did you see the one, yeah yeah, The one they wrote in the paper just the other day, Well, well would you
How countless they congregate O'er our tumultuous snow Which flows in shapes as tall as trees When wintry winds do blow As if with keenness for our fate
Wars of great kings and clash of armouries Whose swords no man could tell, whose spears Were numerous as wheat field's ears Rolled over all the great
I sit beside the fire and think Of how the world will be When winter comes without a spring That I shall ever see I sit beside the fire and think Of
here beside me, under endless howling winds my dying race is wandering homewards, led by an old man to shores. that don't exist, just emptiness remains
Farewell we call to the earth and hall Though wind may blow so fast rain may fall We must away ere break of day For over wood, tree and mountain tall.
What I am, I must not show What I am thou could (not know) Something between heaven and hell Something that neither stood nor fell Something that through