Översättning: Mieke Telkamp. Waarheen, waarvoor (Amazing Grace).
I see the sword of damocles Is right above your head They're trying a new treatment To get you out of bed But radiation kills both bad and good It can
I see the sword of Damocles Is right above your head They're trying a new treatment To get you out of bed But radiation kills both bad and good It can
You and I felt so good to begin with, didn't we? Well, now it seems there's far too many adverts in between And we don't speak, so we're left in constant
Crusade after crusade Defending the faith and the holy light I'll come to your aid Fear not my fair maiden, fear not I'm set to attack No demons or dragons
I've never been one for the punch ups But look I really hate them Nazis A certain something starts to wind me up How could I hate them of so violently
Rocky Horror The Sword of Damocles is hanging over my head And I've got the feeling someone's gonna be cutting the thread Oh, woe is me My life is a
The sword of Damocles is hanging over my head And I've got the feeling someone's gonna be cutting the thread Oh, woe is me, my life is a misery Oh, can
I have stood upon countless bloody fields, with the might of Nordic swordsmen at my side. I have heard one thousand screams of death. By Odin's will '
[Shermin] Great Spirits hear me We are hopeless can't you see There must be one key You have to set us free [Amardon] Now I see a bright light in the
I open my eyes, but I still manage to dream This cold bathroom floor, now just feels like home to me I stumble to the mirror, and I naturally start to
((Deutschland, Februar '92: der arbeitslose schustergeselle rene geht bewaffnet und im schwarzen kampfanzug über die polnische grenze...)) du bist
There was (an) ancient age, of the warrior, of the sage In a remote time, when bards sang their epic rhymes There is a gloomy land, where no lord or king
I'm cutting through, you're bleeding out And I would tell the truth but I can't help myself Red rushes out, dissect this nerve And I'll stop myself before
A legend is sung of when England was young And knights were brave and bold The good king had died And no one could decide Who was rightful heir to
Sacred steel, the blazing sword, the swift two edged blade. At the hands of the LORD, will pierce the caverns of your soul. Bring's conviction, bleeds
Stranger tell me the story behind How my mother died as I was a child My father was killed in a fight till death He gave me this sword with his last breath
He fell on a sword Not two years ago today And if you haven't noticed I've been waiting for you to take me away If nothing warrants nothing I'll gladly
