: It's time we said goodbye Time now to decide O' don't you feel so small Dark is the night for all It's time we moved out West This time will be the
: Esta fue la noche oscura la decadencia se respira lo underground esta de moda asi se espera todas las noches que ocurra. Algo va a suceder el alcohol
: Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "best friends"* We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits,
: Light up the moon, Scratching and burning, Pieces of you. Something is bigger and brighter (On the other side!) Put down your books, Pick up your lighters
: Nao adianta me ver sorrir, espelho meu Meu riso e seu E eu estou ilhada Hoje nao ligo a TV nem mesmo pra ver o Jo Nao vou sair, se ligarem nao estou
: The hunger dressed alone Ten years have gone and past A vision of carnival Dark days Immaculate Search the town of millions of smiling clowns Red cat
: I'm flushing down pills I'm lost in my will This has been haunting me way too long And I can't rewind I'm suffering kind I've been abusing way too
: voy perdiendo el rumbo, no se a donde voy, perdi la cabeza, no se donde quedo, sombra ya no tengo, ella me abandono, todo es muy raro, y es logico
: (Instrumental)
: La nina de puerta oscura se dio de cara con el, los ojos de calentura, la boca como un clavel. ?A donde vas, nina hermosa, a donde vas por ahi? Que
: The world was her cloister, the abbess Duboir In the convent at All Hallows fair A pearl in an oyster she shone like a star Augmenting her sisterhoods
: The Feast of Fools, 1308 As January slipped into the grip of winter A leather leash tightened round the throat of fate Amidst the flock, disease and
: At the very start There were whispers in the dark And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart And on the autumn air The scent of
: On the night all mirrors fell silent And the clocks struck accord with the rain A storm swept in with such violence The dead rose to complain The stars
: I am She Lilith Mistress of the dark Of Sheba First offender And succour to demons Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites Lead all too enslaved by
: Poets racking absinthed brains Could never fully paint these nights No martyr parting from his pain Could utter words so erudite As those she now divulged
: Church bells resounded like judgement day As they were making love In the rainswept graveyard She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame A monsoon Tigress
