lies Man striving for none but himself Human greed drives this world to the edge One day will they all regret In the midnight hour In the midnight hour
given which the poorest claim Unjustly was withheld. But if again I held thee captive as I did ere now Stalling to pass my fingers through the last Of midnight
course, soft as clay Degrees, hot breeze in your hair all day, all day Engaged a lot, rockin hot and cold chains Is my brain vain? Flames, still dock
Pretty legs, of course, soft as clay Degrees, hot breeze in your hair all day, all day Engaged a lot, rockin hot and cold chains Is my brain vain? Flames
In the still of the night, in the world's ancient light Where wisdom grows up in strife My bewilderin' brain, toils in vain Through the darkness on the
Beyond the horizon, behind the sun At the end of the rainbow life has only begun In the long hours of twilight 'neath the stardust above Beyond the horizon
. [STEPMOTHER] I have emptied a pot of lentils into the ashes for you. If you have picked them out again in two hours' time, you shall go to the ball
aionas Meta tou pneumatos sou Ho Ophios ho archaios Ho Drakon ho megas I hold you in my hands Yet it is you who hurts me... ....Eternally From the midnight hour
snow On this darkest night of life I trace her steps and yet I find A search in vain to end this life I smell the rose within her hand Existing in the hour
you away from me Surely you were meant to be mine Surely you were meant to be mine You command my hand to write In the dark hours of deep midnight
like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain
danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain
Hidden inside my vains Hold me tight Stop the time Fly before it's not too late I will be waiting till the End When the clock struck midnight hour
on display he denies But the cheating heart will pay She says, "You lie a lot and fight a lot" But it's in vain, you can't explain 'cause Spies in the
, he says "Right here in Little Calcutta The most exciting city in the world" The buses come and the buses go And leave you nothing but exhaust Port Authority Bus Terminal in the midnight hour
a wilting rose the dying day my darkest hour thunder and rain a candle glows lighting my way lament and mourn cry out in vain (X2) red by night, black
