: ZINGARA Dolente Pia, dolente Pia, dolente Pia innocente e prigioniera. Col capo chino, la fronte al seno, pensa a quei giorni del passato ricordi in
: Hatred evokes the memories that make your blood run cold. Fear and sorrow push you away from yourself. [chorus] How can you face the world? When you
: Your helping hand is killing me If you see me suffer it's not your victory Sadistic forms of new way discipline Like I love myself I love to sin
: [Music: Harris, Lyrics: Harris] Do you think you can trust? Your mind made up of the things That cause you to live your life Displaced Dispose Give
Night school strutter just struttin? around He can?t find work since the band left town He can?t get up 'cause he can?t get down He?s a heartbroken bopper
I was once a delicate child, Watched the other kids run wild, While they played with guns and ropes, My only toys were stethoscopes; I was a chronic
Echoes ring in my mind They're crying surrender Surrender your will Echoes ring in my mind A voice that once whispered is growing And can't be ignored
Eruptions of fire and stone all around They fill the air and shake the ground And it's proving impermanence The tortured landscape leaves nothing will
Each platform, a conquest you're aiming for Each step an honor worth killing for Your stock will rise and not fall If you sell them short and pull them
Our perception, so limited and so restrained A symptom of our condition Mass confusion, the evidence of staring blind A symptom of our condition But
Cleansing my soul in temples of light reborn with God's love, delivered form the night given a second chance with a new life in sight and after a day
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Guide me... hrafn blots godi... guide me... hratn ass... Odhinn Odhinn... Odhinn, hear me... hrafnass, hear me... lend me, Sleipner so I cantride between
Hold close your treasures The very measure of your value here Within these shining walls Now, raise them higher They'll last forever if you're careful
My veins begin to freeze as I adapt to cryogenic sleep slowly losing consciousness in the grasp of high-technology I'm falling through the scrying window
Blinded by the light that I can't see claimed to rescue me deafening the sounds I cannot hear for some obvious speeches-for others not as clear not as
Rising he who was subdued committing acts of protest their speech of lave is misconstrued he will put it to the test Rejecting rule that's obsolete their