Keeping quiet and meaningless In the cage that you gave me I am euthanizing the gloom In whose image you made me In this valley of dying stars You can
번역: Superdrag. 별 죽어 밸리에서.
in the blood of the dying Sioux nation Raised with a proud but a wandering heart And she knew that her roots were in the old reservation But she had stars
that children have the right to laugh and dying is forever All I hear are peace talks and battle cries No time for laughter, we're too busy dying,
1) WAY TO GO Are you coming down to Earth For the convention of the year? Everybody is coming from the Universe Everybody has to be here From the valleys
In the valley of the dying Son, I walk a crooked path alone I came across the shadow of a man with an angel's breathe Oh boy, He said to me, I see your
familians Gettin' ya touched, down the cut Blunts roastin' whole through tea bags Blowin' bubbles out the wrong end Mud in your stool piles, flamin' hotter than Dust Valley
comes with the fly of a raven Carpathians bathed in the light of the moon In old ruins where the dying shadows Are watching the shine from the stars Nobody
with the fly of a raven Carpathians bathed in the light of the moon In the old ruins where the dying shadows Are watching the shine from the stars Nobody
Welcome Scumbags to the N. J. Now entertain us with substance Four star seating Minds are moving to violations Tum tum floating, capped down with the
into cryptic winterstorms I long for eternal frost and black winters Asleep in the cold lakes Awake in the stars in the sky And silent the valleys
That in my dream I was so free Red turned blue White became black The daylight erased my shadow Insanity reached me its hand Whispering velvet voice The sky above the stars
be my star Near or far You'll always be my one (2X) Kiss me goodnight You say it's all right This can't be goodbye My heart just dies Earth is dying
through the pine cover'd glade. I sought not my home, till the day's dying glory Gave praise to the rays of the bright polar star; For fancy was cheer
homage to this mortal coil. Icy fingers grasping madly get a grip upon my throat - and slowly squeeze the life out of me on my dying words I choke, afrantic
[Music: De Feis/Pursino, lyrics: De Feis] In the Valley of Dying Stars as the Gods dream their angry dreams Restless Spirits, thoughts arise from