Elvenking lyrics
Elvenking lyrics
"A Dreadful Strain lyrics"
Look Through Any Window lyrics
Look through any window, yeah What do you see? Smiling faces all around Rushing through the busy town Where do they go? Moving on their way Wa
Look through any window, yeah What do you see? Smiling faces all around Rushing through the busy town Where do they go? Moving on their way Wa
Under (the) moon, spring time still to come
"If I keep questing, I may find some settling!"
Jack-in-the-Green show me your droll face of wood
Look around at the frightened faces
One man speaks, loud and loud he cries
"All those strange fellows must go away to barrows!"
Then they all went for a riot indeed
Torch in
Clay Devils lyrics
Hey now I talk to spiders I think talking keeps me sane I hear voices from nowhere And this is what they say... All alone The old man sits a
hand and angry glancesHey now I talk to spiders I think talking keeps me sane I hear voices from nowhere And this is what they say... All alone The old man sits a
Bridge:
Here is Jenny Greenteeth, twelve miles from the nearest inn
(the) innkeeper speaks of filthy tricks, she's as old as trees!
- be aware - As old as trees!
Chorus:
Nighttime - never they say, go off alone
In their tracks I walk - A dreadful strain
Their homes so hidden, through bran
Pokerface lyrics
Play it takes me where I wanna go I love time we have A name that no one knows The feelin' flows the music takes me there [Chorus]
ches old they waitPlay it takes me where I wanna go I love time we have A name that no one knows The feelin' flows the music takes me there [Chorus]
No gold nor silver, twiggy arms don't want your gold....!
In the end, the circle's close at hand
Living more gently, let's have a glass of brandy
Never they saw their home's door open at night
Stars witness their silent traces
Bridge:
Here is Dana o'Shee, she's dwelling by to take revenge
Empt
Copy Thy Neighbour lyrics
Einar : I need the flowers.... I need.... Bjork : I notice this sound Let it come from my radio Something comes to me Moving me....and how
y a jug of whitest milk over her head!Einar : I need the flowers.... I need.... Bjork : I notice this sound Let it come from my radio Something comes to me Moving me....and how
- she'll pass away - Over her head!
Chorus:
Nighttime - never they say, go off alone
In their tracks I walk - A dreadful strain
Their homes so hidden, through branches old they wait
No gold nor silver, fear is sold at half price....!
Solos: Jarpen, Aydan
Chorus x 2