Atire a primeira pedra Quem nao sofreu, quem nao morreu por amor Todo corpo que tem um deserto Tem um olho de agua por perto Para ouvir basta abrir
: Why is it when I get wth you I lose my cool And end up playin' myself this way I can raise a baby, get paid and captivate So why I let you make me
me started on the things that I've been hearing. You have forgotten the face of your father and now you have been disgraced. You say I got to wear a
: Wir sind zum Engel nicht geboren, Der Teufel mischt oft kraftig mit hinein. Meist irgendwo im Alltagstrott verloren, Stellt er uns immer wieder gern
church from the valley of the Well she wanted a haven and a place to hide So I gave her an alibi took her inside but And a rock and a hard place await
I could hear them speaking of those "Good Old Days" that never were Those hollow containers for souls who no longer live there... It dwells in my heart
Set sails, for distant shores, In the lap of the shining sea. They made anchor, on foreign ground. For kingdoms of gold they seek. Hail the King, the
Don't know why memories seem to pass me by Broken the wings of a butterfly when you said goodbye Late at night you're not here but it's alright Now I
a big mouth baby Opened your big mouth didn't you? You opened your big mouth didn't you? 'Cause you got a big mouth 'Cause you got a big mouth 'Cause you got a
Standing in a crowded bar alone pissed out of my mind, "Hello baby, how are you ?", a voice came from behind. I turn to see a tasty blonde but cannot
Last night I was dreaming, I was locked in a prison cell. When I woke up screaming, I was calling out your name. And the judge and the jury, they all
Verurteilt- Das ist oft sehr schnell geschehn und viele schrein Er hat gesundigt, steinigt ihn Nur weil einer anders ist Als es der Mehrheit gefallt Nur
Wir sind zum Engel nicht geboren, Der Teufel mischt oft kraftig mit hinein. Meist irgendwo im Alltagstrott verloren, Stellt er uns immer wieder gern ein
[music: Tenkula & Sentenced, lyrics: Lopakka & Laihiala] I could hear them speaking of those "Good Old Days" that never were Those hollow containers
Out of the kingdom of darknes, And into the kingdom of Christ, Pray the great prayer of the scriptures, Assure that you will be saved, [Chorus] The rapture
A bunch of them created such a mess inventing laws all written gold on gold "From now on one icon leaves no room for others" So now we're back - a single
