. The keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrims door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants The funeral march
The keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes The black queen chants, the funeral march
keeper of the city keys Puts shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants the funeral march
keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants the funeral march
Will. When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much better
Boxcar sessionist black magic is The magnet breakin' 'em down to Micro fragments. I might go dragnet Shoot joe on friday if I miss i'll Get your one day
hogg or the pimp and fuck legalizin' hemp Keep the profit on the streets Fuck police on the creep three deep in a silver Caprice And the black chief
or not paul keating grabbed the queens arse than any of the issues that you seem to be tackling. mr prime minster, why do you always wear black and grey
of weaks. Illusions: faith and hope, definitevely erased, the black soul is rising to eclipse the earth and sky. Impious darkness rise she, black queen
on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen
pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen A misery that spread across
parade of souls Is marching across the sky Their heat and their light bathed in blue As they march by The All Stars play 'When the Saints Go Marching
parade of souls is marching across the sky Their heat and their light bathed in blue as they march by The all stars play when the saints go marching
black clouds mark the end of english rule, of english law the queen has shut her eyes to the torment of common man the queen will have a pauper's grave
forest the march of black knights... Echoes of warcry from day until night The empire is calling the ride of the brave the Loregard warrior... the black
ocean where red waves rule the black king is moving to Algalord this is the time... he has to be stopped! HAIL, HAIL! ...Brave Swordmaster! MARCH, MARCH
King The keeper of the city keys Puts shutters on the dreams I wait outside the pilgrims door With insufficient schemes The black queen chants the funeral march
9 inch heels come marching in to please a black tied dirty old man. Staring, sweating, barely caring, slurring, "Break me in." Give it up, give it up,