Opera Ix Lyrics
Opera Ix Lyrics
"Sepulcro Lyrics"
Upon A Rivers Sky Lyrics
Rebellion of a drive prince afraid to turn to ask for help Even if you could see through my Falling apart to die why? And even if you could see t
Rebellion of a drive prince afraid to turn to ask for help Even if you could see through my Falling apart to die why? And even if you could see t
I'm alone the night wind's blowing on my face
and the branches of the trees are crying
in the big empty of this night.
Step by step along the shadow path
the black cloak of darkness opens the door
in the place of eternal silence.
Wha strange emotions are striking my body
an obscure quiet is leading
August & September Lyrics
Suddenly last summer I started going out of my head In a tiny hotel room Lying naked on a bed I knew what you were doing, and I knew what you'd d
my mindSuddenly last summer I started going out of my head In a tiny hotel room Lying naked on a bed I knew what you were doing, and I knew what you'd d
my hands are touching the wet trees
and the undergrowth is making my way blind among
the mossy stones in the realm of the dead.
The old ivy-mantled gate is creaking
while I am opening the door of the whisper crypt.
What a morbid force my soul has
a hidden god is leading my steps.
I am going
Hanging Out With Jim Lyrics
Never had no friends, I was always the outcast Just a psycho weirdo, I was just a piece of thrash But I always had a partner in crime, that's me and Jim<
down is this wet stairs in the stiffing darkNever had no friends, I was always the outcast Just a psycho weirdo, I was just a piece of thrash But I always had a partner in crime, that's me and Jim<
only the noise of a drop
of water is stressing the passing time
I'm alone in this sepulcro.
I humble being pieteously observe the men's fragilty.
Putrid bones put upon marble sacella
are waiting for nothing
while the cobwebs are covering the ancient effigies
Nashville Mirrors Lyrics
In a dusty old saloon out west in Abilene Dreaming dreams at forty that he dreamed at seventeen He sings and plays his guitar for all of you bucks tonigh
In a dusty old saloon out west in Abilene Dreaming dreams at forty that he dreamed at seventeen He sings and plays his guitar for all of you bucks tonigh
everything's resting in a monumental silence here
everything is forgotten here.
I alone in this sepulcro will bring these relics
back to life with my profane action.
This is a sacred profanation
that will give life to death
the eternal life of memory.
Alone in this sepulcro.