things to, buy The TV taught me how to sulk and love nothing And how to grow my hair long 'Cause we're so handsome and we're so bored So entertain us
this state As I lay down my spirit's arms On my knees to seal my fate I cast my hopes into the waters Awaiting judgement from the sea And some day the
In north lands covered By snow and brave Where man cultivate the ground His arms and shields hang up in their walls Looking at cold sea The wind sings
night like tameless horses We rule the night, with fire and flame Those who resist us lie in our wake So sound asleep our children dream Safe in the arms
Push the button, drop the bomb Start the war, kill ?em all Don?t give peace a chance It?s an ancient romance Kami-kami-kamikaze Come into my arms and
as their will they without pity broke the persistent resistance with their powerful arms. Henrik, now canonized, was raised onto the altar, and the slaying
not usurp our land for devastation. The son of Jehovah deserves no honour. [IN THE GLARE OF ICY LAKES] ...and when the flows of blood cease you shall
dies, or you happen to fail. Stones will appear back to Dale. Prepare your best man and take them then leave. Go and protect the Dale whit arms and steel
! As this pain cuts me in two And nobody is here to heal my open wounds Alone I am dying, alone I am crying I pray for time to come and take The remains
Here we are under the stars Empty as dead brothers in arms Through straw and mud the clay and blood The law of the claw the claw of god Awaiting the sun
weeks or better Since Johnny left the shore He's crossing the wild ocean Where the foam and the billows roar. He's crossing the wild ocean For honour and
, Old Ireland's surrounded with sadness and gloom, We were defeated and shamefuIIy treated, And I, Robert Emmet, awaiting my doom. Hung, drawn and quartered
rising in clouded majesty) But see the many-coloured prime retired to rest Thy long tongued blood demands supplies Honour and beauty are but dreams Big alike with wound and
me your heart The truth will haunt us And I no longer wish to remember the hurt Then kiss me goodbye and be on your way And free from your guilt, never
Drums are pounding, the winds are howling With spear and bow we go into battle We are making a stand, brothers in blood With hope for honour in the
You who have become the legend! I summon you mighty warriors! Your power, honour and pride Shall encourage all of us. The same blood runs in our veins
and make it o'erflow, And honours masonic prepare for to throw; May every true brother of th' compass and square Have a big belly'd bottle when harassd
five minutes, Worm, Your Honour, Him and me alone! Mother: * Babe ........ Come to mother, Baby, let me hold you on my arms.
