my birth do the earth do the earth i wanna ramble in opium fields playing tricks on the invasion boys penetrator like a space invader - do the earth do the earth
ترجمه: هدایت صداهای. آیا زمین.
heard by the pure-restless mind Now you can see me return I look for the priest to make me learn Will I remember the past? Make me return to the best! Do
thone of the evil payed with Lucifer's gold You can feel cold sweat running down your neck and the dwarfs of falseness throw mud at your back Guided by
poisoned blades and chalices surround me. I thirsted for a balm, but my thirst was slaked by an envenomed draught. My swordarm shackled by tendrils of sloth... enthralled by
palace... poisoned blades and chalices surround me. I thirsted for a balm, but my thirst was slaked by an envenomed draught. My swordarm shackled by tendrils of sloth... enthralled by
s heard by the pure-restless mind Now you can see me return I look for the priest to make me learn Will remember the past? Make me return to the best! Do
Though quiet at first - with hardly a sound The Mother Superior harbored suspicion Brought to her heart by three simple vision [The Visions:] The first was a planet engulfed by
sound The Mother Superior harbored suspicion Brought to her heart by three simple vision [The Visions:] The first was a planet engulfed by the sea No
throne of the evil payed with Lucifer's gold You can feel cold sweat Running down your neck And the dwarfs of falseness Throw mud at your back Guided by
. NICK: Frankie, sing good. TOMMY: The kids a singer. A good singer. And gettin' better JUDGE: Then he oughta be great by the time you get out. 6 months. FRANKIE: OH EARTH ANGEL, EARTH
men, And the birth of the Christ-child! The First Christmas! Oh! Come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord! Adapted by John A. Richards with Musical Arrangement by
the Christ-child! The First Christmas! Oh! Come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord! Adapted by John A. Richards with Musical Arrangement by Mitchell Ayres Recorded by
the fray, either crushed beneath the ceaselessly assailed testudo, hammered to crimson pulp by the merciless storm of unforgiving stone, or burned to blackened husks by
of the evil payed with Lucifer's gold You can feel cold sweat running down your neck and the dwarfs of falseness throw mud at your back Guided by spells