When we fly, we can?t fall bitter, the devastation haunts me and you. You all dropped dead in place. In place you rise. The ones who speak, fight me off
Vertaling: Nagte Like These. Ewige Tempest.
When we fly, we can?t fall bitter, the devastation haunts me and you. You all dropped dead in place. In place you rise. The ones who speak, fight me
face, through all eternity I wept for him a deep red river that ran like blood through scarred ravines To sluice away the guilt that slithered like
air I am that which you drink and that you devour Where do you want it, when do you want it? These little pharaonic ("pharaoh like") breasts Dance like
thou art preparing for thyself to all eternity, to which thou art going in such career. 'I said: 'Perhaps you will be willing to shew me my eternal lot
face Through all eternity... I wept for him a deep red river That ran like blood through scarred ravines To sluice away the guilt that slithered Like
a matter of fact, eternal rest in Proof Would've loved to seen him 'til we all build in the booth After I seen you in Tempe on stage was the truth That
[Music and lyrics by Karl Sanders.] The Dominion of Seker. Barren Desert of Eternal Night. Shunned by Ra. Behind the Gate Aha-Neteru. The Wastelands
art preparing for thyself to all eternity, to which thou art going in such career. 'I said: 'Perhaps you will be willing to shew me my eternal lot &
love Awash in the pale light of the night's sky The winds that carried her laugh and stole away her cries Shall be with thee that morning that eternal
