non cambiero con i soldi con i libri di mio padre che fa l'indovino ...io dea io ti porto in mezzo a un blu libero dea io che voglio perdermi con te
citta non cambiero con i soldi con i libri di mio padre che fa l'indovino ...io dea io ti porto in mezzo a un blu libero dea io che voglio perdermi con
to Me! Here's to Me! There will be nothing left... So... Here's to Me! ([Dea Pecuniae:] Oh baby, baby) Here's to Me! ([Dea Pecuniae:] I'll take care of
Se il tuo nemico ti osteggia e ti offende con provocazioni e con false minacce alzati in piedi e con aria ingenua spiegagli che tu non sei... Tiragli
ma non posso venire e ho poca moneta e poi non posso morire per nessuna vita mi spengo neppure per la mia dea dea dea dea
As soon as the fading dark surrounds me I go insane, wishing for the light The thorns as a burden around my soul Bury the present struggle for sight
Look and you shall find in her eyes A tale of damnation in reprise... Doubt and hesitation, mandatory minds Confusion and damnation are the only things
I need to break from my chains From all that binds me down The suffered self, the sorrowed pain I need a knife to cut me free From these chains that
My black, mourning moods Caught in the thickened mist Echoing, through these woods Wherein I unveilded, endlessly wished Silence surrounds my presence
Everlasting love, crying from my heart Saving my youth for thee, we shall never part Jading face of stone, whispering empty words Forever blinded still
Laying, gazing on the midnight sky Upon clowdy mountainpeak supine Below, ruined lands are seen trembling Her horror and beauty are divine Return, my
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Far away from here Being apart of me Silently you fear Mute eternity Never ending flame Burns me from inside Whispering your name Going to fight [Bridge
Sky full of stars Before my eyes My inane look It calmly took My only friend Is air land Eternal world Is grey and cold My soul is tough It's strong
I'm looking through fences of ancient graves - The cemetery of dreams has got a new day Living I'm or not - it doesn't matter for me: You're left the
I pass my way through pictures of her cries And pain in my scarred soul's like clouds in skies I recognize my guilt: It's my fault: but I see dark sufferings