think you'll be Is not who you'll become A face, a face In the dark A face, a face In the dark So when you left your home You didn't leave a note Were
think you'll be Is not who you'll become A face a face In the dark A face a face In the dark So when you left your home You didn't leave a note Were
ترجمه: صلیب بی ثمر. چهره در تاریکی.
- (thirst when you come back again). Don't spare the rod don't spoil the child - (I hope you like to take a beating), Feed your face while others starve
crossed mountains, hills, and valleys From sea to shining sea, barren sands to blinding snow I held my brother as he laid dieing Beside me in some field, said a
This is a sad day here in the world of shades but even pain has its own beauty even pain can perform a lovely face. Blinding stream, double-edged, in
end Into the darkness forever... The frozen ground dances beneath us Our path cross the barren lands Burning torches lament As fiery shadows dance Across his gravebound face
mother called her Mary After Mary Magdalene, To deny her beauty Would have been the greatest sin It was a profile in the neon and a Kings Cross Doorway
chapel, stricken by my loss I vowed to leave my lifeless body upon His holy Cross But at the altar of the chapel, a lonely candle shown Across the face
now that things have changed now that our fears are small we create a vision (and we) face it - one for all. We cross the gates of darkness into the
you come back again). Don't spare the rod don't spoil the child - (I hope you like to take a beating) Feed your face while others starve - (you'd better
: This is a sad day here in the world of shades but even pain has its own beauty even pain can perform a lovely face. Blinding stream, double-edged,
yields a name a shape and a number by which the gate may open. Upon throes of maelstrom a binding of light to the sigil of Cthulhu known as a sign of
A Twist Of Fate] A bleak sun rises in the East, Yet the night's reign is prolonged Blackest of clouds cast from Orodruin Darkness falls upon... ...the barren
