в руке я нес с собой всегда Мое солнце: дорогу к синим снам Отравленным ножом, печалью и сомненьем глаз Возможно это бред, жить две тысячи лет И
, я живу, чтобы снова истлеть, через тысячи лет в небо взлететь Я умираю, встретив холодный рассвет, в Небо взлетая через тысячи лет…
Two thousand years of unrealised eschatology No hold for divine dispensation Obey through my external service Value my redemptive power Feel so much
Looking at your dress, I notice how the patterns change As the light hits it a certain way Seeing different shapes of words becoming sentences Though
(Browne/Maitland) He wants her She leads him on and on He just can't escape A thousand years of evolution Build at once into confusion He watches Her
I saw old pharaoh's daughter bring Moses from the water I'll lick the guy that says it isn't so I was born about ten thousand years ago There ain't nothing
commit the comprimise. restricts our rights the education society gives us. you establish with your advertised tables. what gives you our rights ?
I'm saving all i'm not giving But it's overflowing, evaporating in the air As i'm walking, i know i'm not breathing, i'm not breathing only air It's filled
Two thousand years of suffering and still the world is betrayed. Condemned by world religions. Masters of lies controlling faiths. To deceive, control
He hung on the windswept world tree Whose roots no one knows For nine whole days, he hung there Pierced by Gugnir, his spear Swimming in pain, he peered
Ten thousand plastic eyeballs float through space Why don't you listen when you see my face It's a grim prediction, but I told you so, and Everyone says
Throughout the generations flags of peace and treaties sworn A decade passes by, it's just the calm before the storm An age old situation that it seems
Two thousand years ago there came a man A man who was hated and loved, worshiped and killed But what was this man all about and what did he do? What made
Listen, hear, he is inside One who lives while others lie I close my eyes and walk a thousand years A thousand years that aren't mine It seems he's near
A sweet kiss said forget me not When love spoke I knew no wrong But that was once upon a dream come true A long time ago Baby's sick Baby's cold Baby'
In the beginning There was the cold and the night Prophets and angels gave us the fire and the light Man was triumphant Armed with the faith and the will
Written by danny kirwan. Woman of a thousand years How are your sons of a time ago Do they still admire your silvered ways As you go down To the sea
