In the valley the girl waits At the back of a caravan Wears a dress made of red wool For a night on the town with her man He is good to her He takes
When the cerulean sky Is painted over with crimson And the sun descends into the horizon When the moon sings oneiric serenades And we are coaxed into
[Chapter 1: The Voyage of the Sorcerer] The war between the Imperium and the allied Vyrgothian Kingdoms had raged for years. Beginning as minor disputes
Black stone summoning the eternal power of the winter moon... Fen-witch revel in ancient spellcraft, Beneath a horned and waning moon Enchantress, heather
And now, we proudly present songs perverse and songs of lament A couple hymns of confession, and songs that recognize our sick obsessions Sing along i
(Nicola Sirkis / Dominique Nicolas) Les citadelles qui se reveillent et qui resonnent Comme un appel, un eveil des rebelles Et qui detonnent, mais DIM
He told me that I knew just what to laugh at And I wanted to but I just couldn't ask if he would take it back so I could know for certain So on the bench
He told me that I knew what to laugh at And I wanted to but I just couldn't ask if he would take it back so I could know for certain So on the bench I
(Jian) There's a guy down at Queen & Bay (Hey Organ Grinder!) Almost see him there every day (Hey Organ Grinder!) And there's
I am Violet the Organ Grinder And I grind all the live long day I live for the organ, that I am grinding I'll die, but I won't go away I am Violet the
Father, how long since you have gone Father, this house is not our home anymore It?s in the hands of a bunch of sick dogs The walls infested with flies
Les citadelles qui se reveillent et qui resonnent comme un appel un eveil des rebelles et qui detonnent mais DIM DAM DOM Les derniers a les avoir vus
You seemed so strong, stood your ground. Is this enough to make you proud? The seasons barely change. They move too fast for me.Back home the autumn
close to the citadel, she raises her latern close to the citadel, she raise her laquered hooves the long road division, for lack of another route and
In the valley the girl waits at the back of the caravan wears a dress made of red wool for a night on the town with her man he is good to her he takes