Hold up, hold up Don't be scared You'll never change what's been and gone May your smile (May your smile) Shine on (Shine on) Don't be scared (Don't
De heathen back dey 'pon de wall! De heathen back, yeah, 'pon de wall! De heathen back dey 'pon de wall! De heathen back, yeah, 'pon de wall! Rise up
Here shall we live in this terrible town Where the price for our eyes shall squeeze them tight like a fist And the walls shall have eyes and the doors
[Written by Steven Wilson] [Instrumental]
My Pagan Fatherland (Evil Power's Night) When the trees become back, the time comes The red blaze appears in the sky holding the clouds of hatred. When
[Instrumental]
How did he come here? Who gave him the key? Slipped it in his hand So secretly And who put the color Like lines on his face? Brought him here To a pagan
I am the Pagan Man--I speak for all my kind, When I criticise your point of view--your hollow state of mind. You say that I'm an animal--well this at
Hey little momo Light as a rainbow, Heavy as an asteroid Crashed in the bathtub Yeah, sitting in the bathtub Hair full of her fingers Hair full of
I get up when I'm down I can't swim but my soul won't drown I do believe I got flare I got speed and I walk on air 'Cause God gimme soul and all rock
Words fall from my mouth Like plates from shakin' hands Smash upon the silence Of the smooth naked canal Well, I'm evil and a heathen Well, I'm evil
[Incomprehensible] talking to the songbird yesterday Flew me to a past not far away She's a little pirate in my mind Singing songs of love to pass the
(Quoth the Sky, Nevermore Act II) I stood before my reflection With a beloved adherent Waiting beneath the cross for a purpose To drink my tepid blood
I'm the first born son if a seventh born heathen Had hell on my mind since I first started breathin I'm a sick mothafucker with a capital S They need
[Written by: Ritchie] Find a way or make a way. There's nothing sacred Cut me off so amputate What you created Nothing here is made of stone Where's
god you were a martyr not worth praying your grave won't be adorned with flowers but with infants of blood satan touched the dawn and devoted the sky
Amongs the trees i watch, as the begins of the forest gather, before the flames of a bonfire. Old and demented elves, whip branches of fire against
A9-e-f# B-a-e-c#m-b-a-b (ending:b-a-e) You were born With it inside A secret twin in your wounded side Bits of hair Teeth and string And yellow flowers