He Came As A Child, Into A Tired World After All The Years Of Despair Just A Child, But There Was Something In His Eyes He Was The Son He Was The
[Verse One: Suffa] We found this club on a side street, but I was kind of iffy We could hear some fly beats, but from outside it looked shifty I said
Aie, adieu au serail Nos locos deraillent Tout qui fuit passez les tenailles Les petites bye bye Y a quelqu'un qui gere cet hotel La suite et puis on
[Fragmentary delusional recollections from within the confines of Grimm's Hold Sanitarium:] When Blackthorne returns from his expedition to Tiahuanaco
I'm not a Buddha boy I'm not a Muslim man I'm not a Christian or a Jew I'm not a Mormon freak I'm not a Catholic geek And I'm nothing at all like you
Gazing at the landscape, after all you'll find my fellows there, on the tranquil traces of my white, clear land. No need to fear opening the gates to
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In Hundred Days they Sailed Towards Grandious Battles far Away With Swords of Coldest Black Steel Bitter at Heart and with Eager to Kill Awaiting Blackheim
Thunder and Fire Raping the Sky Lustfilled Desire The Weak Ones must Die Warriors of Death shall Rise Tonight Coming to Kill the Morninglight Nowhere
Can we say that we are free Our hands are bound and voices silent I'm sure it's not a dream I am awake, my eyes are open I can't accept and won't concede
Hardly star-crossed, darling Darling hardly starting There are times I think we're half aligned Hardly star-crossed, darling Darling hardly starting I
Along deserted avenues Steam begins to rise The figures primed and ready Prepared for quick surprise He's watching for a sign His life is on the line
Gateways to an abysmal abhorrent transcendents Of blazing spirits empyreal inferno Infinite shadows of havoc impending black perpetuation Consume the
The splinted gate corrodes an breaks As of thousand pieces It fades away, then becomes alive Trapped within the fire Asphyxiate in data It turns around
[from A Tribute to Judas Priest, Legends of Metal, Vol. 2] Along deserted avenues Steam begins to rise The figures primed and ready Prepared for quick
[I. DESCENT OF THE ANGELS] [II. PROLOGUE TO THE END] We've been here through the all the circles And lived with the godless tyranny One day all of you
He came as a child, into a tired world After all the years of despair Just a child, but there was something in his eyes He was the son he was the lamb
Översättning: Apoptygma Berzerk. Sentinel.