scream out, Should I leave 'Til there is no room to die When the colors fade, on the walt we've made I will keep on trying, long after the flame is dying
it your mirror And then you hate it, and then you spit on it But sorry, you're not a god Now every flux you feel, well turn it into flames So hold your
Keep your lips up, Hold your tongue, Glimpes of hatered, Eclipse the sun. As you worship me, What you love. Yes I try now, to ignore. Stare at
beat us (naw) into silence (never) They won't beat us (naw) into silence (never) They won't beat us (naw) into silence (never) we got truth mayne [Flame
Tradução: Llama. No Silence.
Tradução: Stutterfly. Las llamas Adorna El Silencio.
call it your mirror And then you hate it, and then you spit on it But sorry, you're not a god Now every thought you feel within turning into flames
Anger pouring in our hearts as silence spreads feeding out harmony, selfishness legacy How could we keep over looking the sickness harming our weal-being
Keep your lips up, Hold your tongue, Glimpse of hatred, Eclipse the sun.. Yeeeahh!! As you worship me, What you love? Yes I try now, to ignore. Stare
: [Sammet] From the cradle of silence and of light It took a birth in human blood Angels cried! To the ages of violence and of hate To explore the left
: [Music & Lyrics: Sammet] From the cradle of silence and of light It took a birth in human blood - angels cry - To the ages of violence and of hate
will confess......and burn! Ending in the flames, burning down her fame Prayers to the saints, their end of an evil game Run to your last refuge Maybe the silence
: There's silence, in the dark. There's the fire, ready to start. Stone pages, inked by fury. The exception of the damned. They are calling, out
define? Die Flammen dem Leiden ein Ende gemacht [The flames make the suffering end] Die Flammen dem Leiden ein Ende gemacht [The flames make the suffering
we're drawn to the flames. underneath the flames. underneath the flames. underneath the flames (we will follow blindly). did anyone know their names, no! underneath the flames
: You wore out your welcome, like you wore me, to the bone. Outside the mood is absent and silence provides no solace. I offer no shelter from the dead
