t you never ask the reason why bad world american sad world l'american hold me and never come again in the bad new world ain't no wages of sin enter
Des abimes profonds de tristesses Au fond desquelles je suis eternellement plonge, Je songe a mon suicide. Sitting at the foot of the black winding
Paysage automnal, pluie, vent et tempete. Voile noir sur mon ame, pleurs de mon coeur. Murmure spectral d'une ombre banale. Pleure! Pleure! Pleure!
O vampire with eternal beauty come to me and drink my blood countess eager of beauty, be the mistress of my nights. O my beautiful dark countess go out
Elle pleure seule au milieu d'un cercle de pierres noires. Ses larmes de solitude sont emplies de la souffrance du desespoir. Elle est seule, la princesse
Isis my mother, thou who are beyond the cosmic abysses, great is your shrine. Hail o sacred order of goodness Nut. Let the sanctuary of Unnu be blessed
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I can't drown your face from my mind. I can feel that the sadness fills my soul. Your watch shows me the way Your breath gives me the life. My soul
An easy target for the soulassassin The soulless, remorseless, everlasting Hunting for the next tender prey Leaving dead the soul it rapes Drained of
E melhor ser alegre que ser triste Alegria e a melhor coisa que existe E assim como a luz no coracao Mas pra fazer um samba com beleza E preciso um bocado
shiddle iddle ay, shiddle iddle oh He just said, "Don't worry your head There'll be another girl instead Trust in God, the Father and the Son Get out of her life and bless
Immanuel, God is with us. Blessed Redeemer, The Living Word. Tortured and nailed, for my decadence. You sanctified me, through the blood you shed. Holy
por favor y aun q de esta aprendi no ha sido facil seguir ven y siente lo q siento la impotencia de perdernos sin darnos un adios por que yo no supe
Langeweile besäuft sich meilenweit ich zähl' die Ringe an meiner Hand sort draussen alles dreht sichstill um nichts herum und ich male deine
Blessed Assurance, Jesus is mine O what a foretaste of glory divine Heir of salvation, purchased of God Born of His Spirit, washed in His Blood This
go on living Knowing that I've unforgiven you And my thanksgiving came the day I saw it was okay to unforgive you Confessing every sin doesn?t make me
There is still so much to see, there is still so much to do I can't be more than half way through I know I'm wasting precious time but I'll take it in
