pour cette femme. Par delA les brumes j'ai perA§u des murailles , Et le visage de la mort sur son épaule, Par delA les terres j'ai vu mes fun
Carvalho e Silva, in which there are references to "a wise reign" and "a Brazilian monarch", the 7th of April being taken as the dawn of Brazilian liberty
ever get the feelingThat it's all coming trueAnd it's all being realised by youDo you ever get the feelingWhat was prophesied was trueAnd it's all being
developed Things! The rest is simply knowledge passed on. (I can see us drain this world, I can see us buying loss to cheap. Terra Sterilia washing
laugh on this planet. he says - imagine beings poisoning their oceans she says - imagine these beings destroying their environment it says - imagine these beings
A dead end void, puerile existence Killing time, ambitions now just a vacant urge Soul desecration Content to just dream Lost aspirations Buried in the
Crimson was the color of the sky that day A sudden flash try to shakes me Was someone singing in a dream I could not understand the voices There's nothing
developed Things! The rest is simply knowledge passed on (I can see us drain this world I can see us buying loss too cheap Terra Sterilia washing its
of the inner world's (tenebrous) denizens, And their star-spanning progenitors, spawned beyond the outer-world night. These darkling subterrene dominions, astir with strange and terrible beings
, Everybody, I kid you not! cool down, 'cos the ocean in so wide and the mountains so higt C'e chi si lamenta e non sa che la sua terra ha gia perduto
way around fear Accept this fate There's no escape Pain radiates Mental rage There's no way to prepare Shadow beings hovering, conquering, inoculating
Oh no! The unborn has tasted no life Sharing the rest of the dead Not aware that the years that go by Lurking in the shadows Twisted shape of creeping terra
light of my mind For on this night someone must pay for the cost of my life For me to escape the curse of perdition, this poor, weaker being must receive
terra di te stesso. Come fanno le famiglie con i propri vestiti, riempi la mia terra di te stesso! Un fiore per la mia terra
Appendages Transfers Its Domain Reaching Out To Souls For Devourment To Inherit Their Virility For His Authority Ransacks The Terra For His Subsistence
of existence I open the gates of infinity Just close your weary eyes I'll take you way up to the skies Child of Terra Firma Being of murk and dust
welkin Presented to greet a mortal creature the child of a borning world The being rose and burst out in laugh a mortal god, terrae filius ....That
: Why? Why does he make you sick? Don: Oh, can't you see it how, how . . . ugly it is that, being that monster? Oh, just, I can't stand it, I, I think