name of god no one more dead In the darkness there is not holding back There is no gold in black Why I am the dream Why I'm the night of sin Leave me
side of a cliff and some hieroglyphics This my admission to having violence psychotic With the vile polish politics by the way I'm higher than the Eiffel tower
many changing moods Because you know, they don't ring all by themselves - They don't? - No, silly boy. Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower lives
So many times out here I've watched a happy pair of lovers walking in the night They had a kind of glow around them It almost looked like heaven's light
juice of sin's nectar Saints found they youth Mega-action, bitches all around ready to fuck Big asses, you bought all the shit, pressin' ya luck My pipe games like a night
driving rain, maybe Run from the darkness in the night Singing ha, ah, la, la, la, de day Ah, la, la, la, de day, ah, la, la, de day Sweet the sin Bitter
Covered in ice cold Norwegian hills From the mouth of silver mountain And from my world, I consider you as dead I am born of evil and of sin I?ve always
it in the book, look, your bear witness to Amen Ray. Every day when you say Amen, and then turn around and preach worshipin false Gods, Is an unforgettable sin
flight & velvet hour We of arabic pleasure's breed We of sundome & the night Give us a creed To believe A night of Lust Give us trust in The Night Give
the ever so, this deadly technical Scribes get revised in the time before celestial No being or lyric ever hit precise, double sight Take light, through the crypts at night
Velma Kelly] Hey, mama. Come here. [Roxie Hart] Velma Kelly? You're the Velma Kelly? You know I was there that night? I was there that night that you
sin "For better or for worse" I said No my time has come " For better or for worse" I said Tomorrow I don't see the sun In the silence of midnight The tower
homeward. Oh yeah, oh yeah he threw the switch, with some unwieldy gauge, absence of light remains. I lay with reason so logic can reap in a walk with sin
the towers, very presence declared They watch with lust, despair and veneration For the Goddess scatted naked there The painted eye of the storm Plagues of sin
witchcraft there From the stained chapel to the statued lawn In Caprineum on the lake To the still lit crypts and the slit of dawn Sliding down the towers
Gasps, she just could not suppress After lights out, midst the dead And a past on which sin Cast its darts of wickedness Time was running faster for disaster Strange nights
its keep Like fairytale dominion rose A widow to the snowy peaks Wherein reclined the Countess Limbs purring from the kill Bathed in virgin white and like the night
its keep Like faerytale dominion rose A widow to the snow peaks Wherein reclined the Countess Limbs purring from the kill Bathed in virgin white and like the night
