narrow Encouraging others to run hard too I'm not out to gain a prize Life is like a race I run Striving till the end And hopefully hearing the words
Vertaling: Geen onskuldige slagoffer. Tot aan die einde.
and narrow Encouraging others to run hard too I'm not out to gain a prize Life is like a race I run Striving till the end And hopefully hearing the words
away Quiet words, yes, they show my way Their whisper strokes me I see my victim's body My knife runs into it again Pleasure kills 'till the end Flash
Your reign of terror is coming to an end And all your victims' pain will be avenged Taker of innocence, I want your demise Tear you apart for the unspeakable
do they face the sky To choose which star to make it home When all the bodies fall is it finally quiet Or does their last heartbeat echo till they're
, its theme applies to both sexes. Often in life, relationships, without detailing the possibilities of its demise, fall apart leaving an innocent victim
girl, so sweet And once so innocent Your life, so brutal True emotions suppressed You scream, but he won't Hear a word till, he's had his away Victim
life is laughing at its peril. Building towers that come forth in men, Shifting powers consuming us within, They will puzzle the apostles till the end
[D. Cardoen - Y. Cluckers] Innocent victim of your fate When blind devotion came you didn't choose to betray Slow death begins to freeze your soul Dying
my life Under this sacred moonlit night With my steel they'll meet their end To the abyss they all descend Your power has faced its meeting its end my
s in the pen The one's who passed away who we won't ever see again Women and men who sleep beneath the underpass through all seasons The innocent victims
girl so sweet And once so innocent Your life so brutal, True emotions suppressed You scream , but he won't Hear a word till He's had his away Victim
thoughts Protecting your own life The only one you know I'm the master Of eternal collapse and insanity ... ... You're bound to be the victim till the End
is laughing at its peril. Building towers that come fourth in men Shifting powers consuming us within, The will puzzle the apostles till the end.
