I know your name I know that cursing it would be a shame You?re in a frame A timeless one I don?t know where to put it Although you rule my world I know
Перевод: Туман. Название.
tongues it cries my name Bidding me into it's deep dark womb where my spirit forever shall dwell And a cold wind of evil whispers my name in the forest
if you think that your fucken with me, homie your on one. I'm cockin my head back like "hey lover, come on son. She's on my johnson. She brings my name
Look through the people, and on through the mist to the hill of the headless cross Where all witches meet, on a night such as this and the power of darkness
God of Thunder Who crack the sky Swing your Hammer Way up high In chariot of gold Ride across the clouds The black storm is unfold Burning mist is but
Enter the Eternal Fire... I walk this endless night His eyes the only light Repeatedly he whispers my name Fingers move and twist Through crimson thick dark mist
knee : bloodbrothers by my side forgive me mother for missing the unseen blow that cut me down from behind All still : no more pain : the wind whispering my name
click on my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine fool its your bad time feel the blast of the chocolate bomber Infra red aimed at your head like your name
An enormous storm arose As the thirleenth night ablazed with it's web of obscurity Oh you glorious blackened, infernal screaming belle Reveal the name
new lawns, a Requiem for a Dream It's (Mister Brown!), legendary assignment Searchlights hover, but can't seem to find him Track down whatever you can in the mist
, this night is too long. I have no strength to go on. No more pain, I'm floating away. Through the mist I see the face Of an angel, who calls my name
warlust of the fool I am the vicious lies and frauds I have been watching every move Lost is my name, yet known by all I shall relieve your pain "Lost is my name
ya uncle told me Haven't slept since, cause my dreams real big I aint even rich yet, so get up off my d-ck bitch Oh shit haters through the mist, on some
The image of the poet's in the breeze Canadian geese are flying above the trees A mist is hanging gently on the lake My house is very beautiful at night
our civilian clothes On blankets laid out on a lawn Clouds of rain will all move on And when the mist clears we will see Both of our names on a marquee
sniff I'm just swiff with da gift We get our crew to disappear in da mist Reezeal You couldn't feel me on Braille Well I write my names on walls in
