Unexpect Lyrics
Unexpect Lyrics
"In Velvet Coffins We Slept Lyrics"
Dancin' Shoes Lyrics
I know you're so sad So sad you can't cry But I know you let go Although you can't remember why Your lipstick don't fit Your strap's coming loose You're out in the hall Waltzing the blues
From the ancient race of the immortals
We enjoy the moon, us its eternal vassals
Pondering our lost humanity
Forever fated to wander the obscurity
Hunters....hunted...harmony found in silence
Breath the fresh air os the sleeping pinetrees
Levitate our thoughts to the high branches
Buried under the snow
Pure and white as an untouched young women
An erotic masquerade of soft promises
Elegants and charming are
With unnerving ease those weak beings we fool
To satisfy the needs of our blood-hungry souls
Ah! The bless that is to come
For we pass as a gentle breeze born of strife
A benediction is the journey into unlife
Thus, we deliver it with a final parting kiss
Oh sweet night we cherish you
Let us dance under your glorious black wings
Oh sweet night we hear your cries
This symphony of tranquility inspi
Oh sweet night we cherish you
Les us be thou companions of suffering
Oh sweet night we hear your summon
This beautiful music brought forth by the wolves hymn
Sumptuous feast of pale virgins
Nudes under the gleam of the Silverorb
In a foggy glade of a dim mounful forest
Rejoicing under the pipes of satyres
"Beyond pleasure in this night of erotism
Filled with delightful melodies and
To the perfects, we present immortality
Enjoint with the powers of the night
For the dark gift possess a fondness for beauty
Only for those inspiring orgasm on sight
Oh sweet night we cherish you
Take us toward far off horizons
Oh sweet night we heard your call
Where dawn is no more, forever lost in time
The promised Land of darkness
Whispiered of only in old rituals
I know you're so sad So sad you can't cry But I know you let go Although you can't remember why Your lipstick don't fit Your strap's coming loose You're out in the hall Waltzing the blues
From the ancient race of the immortals
We enjoy the moon, us its eternal vassals
Pondering our lost humanity
Forever fated to wander the obscurity
Hunters....hunted...harmony found in silence
Breath the fresh air os the sleeping pinetrees
Levitate our thoughts to the high branches
Buried under the snow
Pure and white as an untouched young women
An erotic masquerade of soft promises
Elegants and charming are
War Stories Lyrics
Pull on up To the soapbox stool Let me tell ya some stories About how life can be cruel I had big dreams But they turned to dust I need another shot of oil Cause it's starting to rust An
we to their eyesPull on up To the soapbox stool Let me tell ya some stories About how life can be cruel I had big dreams But they turned to dust I need another shot of oil Cause it's starting to rust An
With unnerving ease those weak beings we fool
To satisfy the needs of our blood-hungry souls
Ah! The bless that is to come
For we pass as a gentle breeze born of strife
A benediction is the journey into unlife
Thus, we deliver it with a final parting kiss
Oh sweet night we cherish you
Let us dance under your glorious black wings
Oh sweet night we hear your cries
This symphony of tranquility inspi
Heavy Lyrics
You (help) today but don't be scared it's only me don't be afraid, I swear it's all ok now take the shirt up off my back and you can do the same oh but don't be afraid I swear it's all ok take your cl
ing grand bewitching waltzYou (help) today but don't be scared it's only me don't be afraid, I swear it's all ok now take the shirt up off my back and you can do the same oh but don't be afraid I swear it's all ok take your cl
Oh sweet night we cherish you
Les us be thou companions of suffering
Oh sweet night we hear your summon
This beautiful music brought forth by the wolves hymn
Sumptuous feast of pale virgins
Nudes under the gleam of the Silverorb
In a foggy glade of a dim mounful forest
Rejoicing under the pipes of satyres
"Beyond pleasure in this night of erotism
Filled with delightful melodies and
Janitor Lyrics
Written by Toad The Wet Sprocket Been two weeks now Kitchen stinks now Finally got the guts to saunter in And don a pair of gloves And the janitor sleeping in a drum Janitor I've become
bloody carresses"Written by Toad The Wet Sprocket Been two weeks now Kitchen stinks now Finally got the guts to saunter in And don a pair of gloves And the janitor sleeping in a drum Janitor I've become
To the perfects, we present immortality
Enjoint with the powers of the night
For the dark gift possess a fondness for beauty
Only for those inspiring orgasm on sight
Oh sweet night we cherish you
Take us toward far off horizons
Oh sweet night we heard your call
Where dawn is no more, forever lost in time
The promised Land of darkness
Whispiered of only in old rituals