It's just another day of my life In the high res next gen wonderland I curse the sun Getting out of bed I hope my sell-by date Didn't expire yesterday
Huddled in the corner Disillusioned My lifeless stare is fixed On your silhouettes You're disregarding me Passing me by Like I'm not even here Maybe
Come to me now I will host you I'm the alchemist of our times I know exactly what you need You've climbed so high You've gone so far So you deserve something
Six days before The foreboded doomsday Appeared four Mounted spectre Apocalypse... The four horsemen personate Pestilence and eath Starvation and war
The gate is opened up in front of us Let's step into the holy heaven Let's go! Maybe we are glad That the saint doesn't love us Beautiful girls with
Hideous music of the dark Bells sounds for me I stuff your nasty body Into the dirty hole There is no time for you You are floating towards me on icy
... This is a story about Elizabeth Bathori Her blood is ourselves Clean Hungarian blood... Dark castle, occult carol sounds Women are crying, but they
Born in Is the sin Should I Be good for others Machines creating death Death seas, acid rain War Everywhere I look Murdering Is the pleasure of human
Death is not survival Your life was frail You always broke the laws of god I've got your brain 'cause You don't need it anymore Here is no what you have
Midnight... Six men sat together Around hexagonal table They connected their hands Whispering incantation After Six minutes later The magic circle Became
Next to Carpathians Lays
Welcome you at the gate of hell Think over how you will decide You can read "Who enters here give up all your faith" Falling down Like a stone... down
The tyrant of Transylvania was terribly murdered He was killed by his daughter with a holy dagger There weren't burial, no priest, no holy water The
All as one Raise your voices Raise your voices All as one on this Christmas day All rejoice Raise your voices Raise your voices All rejoice, Anno Domine
sound it was a multitude of voices from the old cathedral?s choir singing out about this night and the hopes that it inspires ANNO DOMINE On this
Fordítás: Trans-Siberian Orchestra. Időszámítás szerint.
: (I. Cano) En la Puerta del Sol como el ano que fue otra vez el champagne y la uvas y el alquitran, de alfombra estan. Los petardos que borran
: Mi dici cosa c'e che non va pensi ancora a quella storia la lo so gia si fatica a stare soli sai che rimango qua finche vuoi io capisco bene come