'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life Try to make ends meet, you're a slave to money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been
: 'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life Try to make ends meet You're a slave to money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life Try to make ends meet You're a slave to money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been
Symphony Of Steele Take Me Where The Thunder Walks, A Symphony Of Steele Take Me Where The Falcon Flies, A Symphony Of Steele A Symphony Of Steele A Symphony
malignant and cold This is the music for the dead And the primitive chords, Embraces me like a cold winter storm A symphony of destruction, a hymn of
band play for the families Through the streets, beautiful symphonies Let's walk through the park while the trees are still there And the midnight choir, they sing They sing a hymn
Battle hymns, fire, blood and glory in the northern lands, Where the Gods command raise high my sword, for the reign of king, Open me the gate of my
parting kiss Oh sweet night we cherish you Let us dance under your glorious black wings Oh sweet night we hear your cries This symphony of tranquility
Your anatomy again makin' people higher Into infinity from sin where your remedy For them who are feelin' where your friends don't intend to be A trend but a symphony of hymns
Inside my dreams of deadly wrath Awake! - My demons of the damned Arise! - My angels of the choir A symphony in black Inside my tomb of greed My battle hymns
The demons swallowed treasures, replaced hymns with evil deeds scribed in chicken scratch compositions in the black halls beneath this filthy city. Laced
song A three minute symphony Yes I belong to the society a punishment and merriment of love I fit you like a music glove You were bringing me down You were hymning
symphony for freedom and glory Carry on, carry on The chanting has begun A hymn of fame and glory forever Carry on, carry on The chanting has begun A hymn
fin will lose again 'Cause our better is their worst reckonin' And our fine-feathered friends will sing until they bleed And how will we replace that symphony
of symphonies - date back to the year 1815 or 1816. For decades he had been wanting to set Schiller's hymn to music
