[Words taken from "Revolte" Charles Baudelaire.] O toi, le plus savant et le plus beau des Anges Dieu trahi par le sort et prive de louanges O Prince
I want to be a Playboy?s bunny I?d do whatever they asked me to I?d meet people with lots of money And they would love me like I loved you I want to
O Satan, prends pitié de ma longe misA?re ! Oh Thou, the most savage of angels God only judges mild Those who chant songs to his praise Oh Prince
crush the Franken Ref Ollie North was kicked to death Smashed flat was mutant baby Small Sac had to join the navy The litany of the vanquished The litany
glowing day have died Chorus african! litany! African! litany! I'll sing an african litany for you Fare thee well and fond adieu An african litany for
My love My heart My sweet, oh My sky My fire My heat, oh My work My spring My veil My honey My bomb My grail My gate My gold My thrown, oh My stock My
O Toi, le plus savant et le plus beau des Anges, Dieu trahi par le sort et prive de louanges, O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere ! O Prince de
Mario Claudio ? Jose Antonio Sabrosa Seria a noite transida, / Seria um grito na rua, / Seria a porta da vida / Fechada ao rasto da lua. / Seria a chaga
O Satan, prends pitie de ma longe misere ! Oh Thou, the most savage of angels God only judges mild Those who chant songs to his praise Oh Prince of exile
Litanies in Blood I write As Prayers of Supremacy My Paper is the Skin of Mortals Like the Cuts of hundred Needles in their Head My Feather on it is burning
i am one of you a vulture i have been the falcon is my face you'll see that i am more i am one of all all that we see as sacred they are all in me all
i was born and this evening i will die. tomorrow i will stumble through without eyes living and surviving simply means that i keep dying a litany of
Og du den vakre engel Vis oss dei la?A¦re Av gud og lagnad Fratatt makt og a?A¦re Og fa?A?rste jaga grunnla?A?st Vekk fra land og by Som alltid sla?A
-crush the Franken Ref Ollie North was kicked to death Smashed flat was Mutant Baby Small Sac had to join the Navy The Litany of the Vanquished The Litany
[Lyrics: Pavel Frelik, Music: Peter Wiwczarek] Hateful as it may be percieved, "Litany" can be different things for different people. Choose your own
seins oreiller Seins menus abricots Seins Venus De Milo Seins a bouts retrousses Seins mutins et gonfles Litanie des... Litanie des... Litanie des... Litanie
drum Entombed in your coffin, solidified by cement As your head sticks out, I will smash it in Your head is now severed, stuffed in your tomb! Litany
Mon c?ur ma mie mon ame Mon ciel mon feu ma flamme Mon puits ma source mon val Mon miel mon baume mon Graal Mon ble mon or ma terre Mon soc mon roc ma