Valley's Eve Lyrics
Valley's Eve Lyrics
"Creating Gods Lyrics"
Blown Away Lyrics
(S. Weedman) It's raining again, here in my hotel I guess I'm a little lonely and I don't feel very well Maybe this time
(S. Weedman) It's raining again, here in my hotel I guess I'm a little lonely and I don't feel very well Maybe this time
An evil dream did not let me sleep
I saw myself sitting in a burning chair
My wounds start bleeding again
I wanted to touch the moon
A journey to the stars for very last time
Creating Gods
In your illusions
Creating Gods
Nailed to the cross
Free As A Bumble Bee Lyrics
I'm down and I feel depressed Sitting here just waiting For next bus travelling Downtown It's a crying shame Isn'
Creating GodsI'm down and I feel depressed Sitting here just waiting For next bus travelling Downtown It's a crying shame Isn'
In your redemption
Creating Gods
Nailed to the cross
Some black ravens flying over me
Lacerating my face
I hear voices out of the darkness
The black riders are awake again
Creating Gods
In your illusions
Creating Gods
Catmelody Lyrics
I'm on my own, I'm all alone I sow no seeds there now My heart is home And I guess this party is over because I'm on my ownNailed to the cross
Creating Gods
In your redemption
Creating Gods
Nailed to the cross
Whipped by the wind
Blinded by hate
With their hate the storm will come
With the death the end of all days is near
Winds wakes me up
Bloody snow is fallin
My veins are frozen
Blood turns into ice
I can see them
They are waiting for me
Creating Gods
In your illusions
Creating Gods
Nailed to the cross
Creating Gods
In your redemption
Creating Gods
Nailed to the cross
I'm on my own, I'm all alone I sow no seeds there now My heart is home And I guess this party is over because I'm on my own
Creating Gods
In your redemption
Creating Gods
Nailed to the cross
Whipped by the wind
Blinded by hate
With their hate the storm will come
With the death the end of all days is near
Winds wakes me up
Bloody snow is fallin
How We Kill Ourselves Lyrics
We all have our simple ways of killing ourselves and this is yours. Denying it all by covering it up. You were never the best at s
gWe all have our simple ways of killing ourselves and this is yours. Denying it all by covering it up. You were never the best at s
My veins are frozen
Blood turns into ice
I can see them
They are waiting for me
Creating Gods
In your illusions
Creating Gods
Nailed to the cross
Creating Gods
In your redemption
Creating Gods
Nailed to the cross