Styles like Al Pacino Reno until the carcelino The mad dino with the cambino, the gambino Digger than Jim Colisemo More reservoir dogs than Tarantino
You light a match And watch it start a fire You take a drug That makes you fall much higher You plant a seed And grow a field of fury You make a law Where
The fire of love is burning deep The fire of love won't let me sleep Oh my love, hear this my plea Because of you, it's burning me The sun beats down
The Prophecies Of Hellfire [Instrumental]
Styles like Al Pacino Reno until the carcelino The mad dino with the cambino, the gambino Digger than Jim COlisemo More reservoir dogs than Tarantino
I heard a voice asking what happens after the fire And then a sound of breaking window and the scream of a tyre And then the sound of a distant gun and
After the fire is over After the ashes cool After the smoke is blown away I will be is for you After the stillness finds you After the winds of
All day long I've been thinking about you, baby With loving you on my mind I couldn't hardly wait To get home to you, baby So I could do a little overtime
I lick the gun when I'm done 'Cause I know that revenge is sweet, so sweet This is a gang, ladies' thing Baby bang, tell me what you need Any motherfucker
Des les premiers instants du soir Douces flammes viennent lecher le noir ; Autour du feu de bois mort Tu te dessines... une etoile ! Et le toit de la
I was talking to the people that lives in town Y'ever had the shack and your clothes burn down? So call the fire wagon, call the fire wagon Call the fire
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky
Last cry, defeated nowA's my soul First lie had sealed the fate of mine I pray to whom it may concern a final tear, I leave the light Now you will pay
Hold me tight and don't let go, In your ear I'll whisper a song. When embers die,when morning comes, I fear this city will be gone. An avalanche of scarlet
The day is (always) going away and (the) night covers the children of coldness and darkness by it's screen. The frozen flame (in) wrath tears the letters
So much we'd learn in this age of denial Wild Rabelaisians to teach us their pleasures Do what you will we could all learn to live by Though guilt and
The rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The
Believe you me the price is clear A child born the mother near To death and life as hand in hand A failed life exposed the man Who led her off into the