Kunstig fremtidsoptimisme og falsk glede. Harde klr og fremtidens vrede. Hlpet svinner, bedrrvede sinn. Bringer morgendagen glede led den inn Livet
Like a thief in the night. I didn?t see it coming. As it creaped nearby. It burns. Destruction in it?s wake. Ashes by ashes. It will all fall apart.
You'll take a long ride without her Until the tears dry away In every way you try to reason When there's no reason left to hold Only time can heal the wounded
: Emma tried to run away, I followed her across the city, She went out to the Easterhouse, Because she liked the sound of it. She didn't have a single
: Fui como las tropas al asalto un ufano demencial; siempre saludando desde el palco y en ocasiones hubo que sali por pies sin abandonar el barco y luego
summon birth, reaching arms to the sun. Or beckoned by God, brings forth life. Falling tree, death in the leaves, land in pain, all in vain of wounded
Can't slow me down, I'd go on I've learned how to deal and when to fight I know what's real, I know what's right I'm not afraid, a wounded dove I can
to it's banishment The blame may hang upon your chest I know all hearts dance with comforts And the wounds I bear will not live in vain I know hearts
it's banishment The blame may hang upon your chest I know all hearts dance with comforts And the wounds I bear will not live in vain I know hearts
: Look down at the body you may see no trace of wounds but in the eye the eye of the beholder one cannot asume. Not a drop of blood is drawn but you
: "In the shadows of my gallow I'd rather absent the hallow..." (For) Thy presence made pleasure of pain (and) Thy madness turned sanity into vain Profoundly
cloudy day No tempest to divide what love had bound The galley which the moon holds in her sway Could not but stir the peace it finally found The wound
: Sonnet I How shall I fly when feathers be not mine Though all my wishes skyward do attend? How tie my wounded heartstrings safe to thine So thou to
aren't in vain You're blistered and you're burned from it Your wounds are gonna heal (forever arrives) The sun will set on this my dear Your labors aren't in vain
: My Words Feel So Empty My Lips Speak In Vain Your Face Tells A Story Of Wounds That Still Remain Stay True To My Heart Cast Failures To The Wind I
: This goes on... Before me lies a wounded soul A spirit at the end of a lonely road Such a cruel fate looms yet he has no fear As the sands of existence
scar. The Painful darkness shrouds my mind. I've gazed into my deformed self: Tormented and set ablaze. Under the surface - there are wounds that never
: [Point Of No Return cover] Endliess nights of persecution. Reopening wounds - never healed. Always willing to suppress our attempts to be free. Violence
