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This soil is dripping
With the blood of angels
I can almost touch
Their hands through the ground
My eyes are filled with pride
For this land of the dead
Is the precious gift of my father
No mortal value can buy such a treasure
Which I cherish in my heart of hearts
Father - Satan with fangs stained in blood
Smile to my naive dreams
This unhallowed ground
Secret sanctuary of my thoughts
Where I walk hand in hand with death
Upon blood and soil
Oh, don t mind any pain
It gives me wisdom
My rage is my strength
It gives me might
But something inside me seems to be lost
Is there hope for the blood of life?
Or will I always fly alone..
Those who are in Hell
Hallowed be thy name
This is for you who made me what I am
For the storm that tries
To shake my roots
Is just the breath of the dying god
Who once ruled heaven
But he won t succed
As long as I stand true to my ways
And even I am alone
I can t remember what I m missing

It s sad to see we may never
be the way we were before
We don t believe in the magic of the music anymore
And everything s older now and colder and grey
Oh, darlin I believe there s got
to be a...

This city ain’t for the livin’
it is for the dead
and this place ain’t for the givin’
it’s for the ones that take
nine to five twenty four seven
everyday’s the same
don’t wanna die this way
I wanna fly away
the meter ah run
and soon we gotta pay
there’s a traffic jam
on the fast lane
if I could...

There Is no Greater Feeling to Unfold
Guided By the Inspiration Love Is Bold
It Is the Fire Burning in Your Soul
It Is the Story Waiting to Be Told
Wild and Peaceful
Rare and Free
Wild and Peaceful
Rare and Free

You Came and Took Away My Emptiness
Put in Its Place a Gift of Tenderness

Wherever...

The night was happening; music was loud
He sat alone another face in the crowd
I knew for certain, didn t think twice , he seemed nice
A little action could really break the ice

So I walked over and I asked him to dance
To my surprise he simply held out his hand
I knew...

A sad song it was,
through renewal it brought
and a month seems sometimes shorter
than a half nights longing

hidden and hard are the reasons for war
polar twist, invert and flea

I can t dissolve this feeling of mine