Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A "V" of black swans On with hope to the grave And though Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear
Led to the river Midsummer I wave A 'V' of black swans On with hope to the grave And through red September When skies fire-paved I begged you appear
Lead to the river, midsummer I waved A ?V? of black swans on with hope to the grave All through Red September with skies fire-paved I begged you appear
Down fell the stars as they splashed into the sea Mi nominee baphomet come dance with me Sacrifice the virgins, spiritual rites Their master's time has
the rain fell soft on the green and distant fields. I saw you run to the shelter of the trees. I stood alone with weeds and broken bricks - my pale fingers
It's an irregular way of walking through airplanes oil cubicles and vinegar in the rain light and chronology compressed urban memory you smile in
I destroy your fields and give you bread i make you stop thinking and make you see what i said i give you sunshine with a glass of water slaughtered
I was busy with lawnmowing daydreams when i heard somebody scream my songs are made of logs the airfare forecast looked really really great and i
Think tank help me out here think tank nap time strawberries travel in the wintertime developer standing up on the hill helicopter view he just
I study airports not to know sometimes i walk not to go natural born walker jays shapeless wants me to fit today let's have some antibiotics and
Subliminal nation Looking for gravitation so now i've quit eating light bulbs and snacks i've had it with those slacks like an astronaut on a sailing
It's an orange chinese car and a green chinese beer i remember you swimming in concrete you were trying to look so neat flip my hand and listen
Перевод: Cradle Of Filth. Nymphetamine.
Перевод: Cradle Of Filth. Nymphetamine Overdose.
Перевод: Dead Head. Малер.
C'est ton visage Et puis tes mains Et puis ton torse Sur le miens Doucement Dans mon dos Tu viens Et tu me tiens Tu me calmes A trop de pleurs de larmes
: Pour the emerald wine Into crystal glasses We will touch the divine Through kisses catharsis Let us pitch to the seven-year itch Of the ultra-decadent
: Foul snake despair Where once you darkened gardens Another coils there Where twice you sliced all hope from me And left these present scars An insane