their fragile rule do you feel it? do you understand? do you feel it? do you understand? do you feel the hunger for the freedom to be free do you feel
their fragile rule do you feel it? do you understand? do you feel it? do you understand? do you feel the hunger for the freedom to be free do you
asafoetida and rank petriachor Lure me panthered Faustia With cunt and veiled womb To prowl thy inner sanctum walls In Tirgoviste to resume Control Seduction, my obsessive art A pantheon of tragedies
Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed) Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed A tragedy crept
of life, whose wonders crowned our yesterdays with light Fire - Earth - Water - Wind We lived beneath the waning moon of truth And danced in hunger
with this you sleazy son of a bitch You've cro ed the line of decency but in the end well enjoy your tragedy Inside you the hunger never sleeps You're
got bit by his monkey again The charmer feels a little poison in his hand And if the whale jumps one more ring again Someone just might lose their head A puppeteer hung
Let me guess what's in your mind And lies in your heart Solo: In the midnight hour Making future plans Selfless with the tragedy in your eyes Feel the mighty hunger
for help Undergoing tremendous feelings of death Agony Misfortune Misery Tragedy Torment It all adds to an unpleasant destiny Famish Extreme hunger
: inhuman, the mounting of a tragedy macabre resurrection of the fallen, the undead start to rise driven by hunger for vengeance we're left with little
: Something that I hunger for, something you deny, you say I'm bad for you and, baby, so do I. Don't you know that all you gotta do, you could be
all in nature's plan You cannot fool me again I have seen the mortar fail I've always known it was you killing me For I cater to your tragedy What
: [Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy] An artist is what is call'd the self that the brush holdeth - Though hath it then caringly caress'd
to joy and pain, no measuring Never ending games Ride, only ride on the wings of the desert storm (and your) Pride, burning pride, its hunger's fed when
Reagan's Space Shuttle "Challenger" Tragedy Address:] Ladies and Gentlemen, today is a day for mourning and remembering. They had a hunger to explore
cancer you'll conceive Hell's incantations follow this curse Spells incantations swallow this curse Hell's incantations follow my curse Tragedy falls on us all...yea...Tragedy
