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Let the cold blood flow on it's own...
Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul
Long forgotten...
From which of this oak shall I hang myself?
These ebon halls are always dark...
From which frostbitten bough shall I die?
As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil
As cold as her whisper and chilling gown
No corridors of life and beauty
These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night
Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble
These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death
A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now
Hear this call...
Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates
Whispers...
As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death
As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears
No corridors of life and beauty
No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world
It was the light's end
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18:10 -
Very_crazy_enough
Nerasistas del mondei.
I don't care if Monday's black
Tuesday, Wednesday, heart attack
I don't care if Monday's black
Tuesday, Wednesday, heart attack
08:53 -
Very_crazy_enough
stypso į akis krentantys, kostiumuoti su „šlipsais“. Juodas sekmadienis užgriūti netruks. (Jethro tull - Black sunday, Alvydo vertimas)
08:51 -
Very_crazy_enough
nesirenkant, pardavėjų nė kvapo, kad galėčiau pateikt kam. Juodas sekmadienis užgriūti netruks. Oro uoste tikriausiai tūkstantis kitas keleivių laukia, bilietai išparduoti. Laikas atšauktas, persėdimų traumuotas – tvarkaraštis griuvo, Specialus Skyrius st
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Very_crazy_enough
Pasas, kreditinės, lėktuvas, kuriam spėt laiko stygius. Juodas sekmadienis užgriūti netruks. Taksi mane vešiąs lėks kaip patrakęs, lagaminai tiesiog per pilni, kad užsegtum, paskubom prikimšti marškinių, kelnių, bučkių. Du kišeniniai bestseleriai,stverti
21:17 -
Very_crazy_enough
Labas vakaras. Antrastes mirga kad nebera William Orbit. Prodiusaves madonnos ray of light albuma, isleides savo klasikos perdirbinius, grojes ambienta. Sulauke 69
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15:54 -
Very_crazy_enough
Posing for consumer products now and then
For every camera, she gives the best she can
wirkt so kühl, an sie kommt niemand ran
doch vor der Kamera, da zeigt sie was sie kann
For every camera, she gives the best she can
wirkt so kühl, an sie kommt niemand ran
doch vor der Kamera, da zeigt sie was sie kann
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2009 m. spalio 20 d. 15:40:04
Let the cold blood flow on its own
Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul
Long forgotten
From which of this oak shall I hang myself?
These ebon halls are always dark
From which frostbitten bough shall I die?
As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil
As cold as her whisper and chilling gown
No corridors of life and beauty
These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night
Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble
These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death
A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now
Hear this call...
Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates
Whispers...
As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death
As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears
No corridors of life and beauty
No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world
It was the light's end
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