: (Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
Tradução: Muerte. Voz del alma.
was I somebody they despise curious look in they eyes as if they wonder if i'm dead or alive poor momma can't control me quit tryin' ta save my soul,
the jackpot, I'm the lucky one My fortune endless, never coming undone, uh Moving, I'm a nomad Another girl's voice is the noises rad My treasure is soul
: I can see that you cant see the blind leads the blind one voice one mind guess you bought the facade so give up you soul to the TV god now no struggle
off the ceiling at an angle and when the voices blend they sound like angels. I hope there's some room still in the middle. But when I lift my voice
the baying of wolves where the bindings of christ are down-trodden with scorn in the dark, odiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death a monument
: Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death
moonlight" Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach In a whirl of sweet voices
