Angra - Lullaby for Lucifer

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On the sand, by the sea
I left my heart to shed my grief
A vulture came begging me:
- Feed me with this piece of meat!

I won t give away
Something I need

On a garden nursery
I let my fancy wander free
Children playing around a tree
Sharing apples happily

Come and rest with me
Lay your hands on dreams

I ll wait here by your side
till you fall asleep
I ll wait until you cry
All over me the tears you hide inside

Inne utwory

  • Streets of tomorrow
  • Acid rain
  • Millennium sun
  • Rebirth
  • Wuthering heights
  • No pain for the dead
  • Stand away
  • Angels cry
  • Silence & distance
  • Carry on
  • Running alone
  • Evil warning
  • Morning star
  • Heroes of sand
  • Losowe utwory

    Guerra fria

    Esta guerra fría la tuya y la mía
    dura mucho más de lo que me temía,
    con todas sus noches y tantos reproches
    que ya no me acuerdo de si te quería,
    este amor de lunes te bajan y sube
    dices que exagero dejame que...

    Un muchacho

    He conocido en verano un chiquillo
    muy mono un muchacho que vive en milan
    una sonrisa profunda y una piel morena
    tan dificil de resistir
    sabe de lo que se habla
    me lleva me trae me canta y me hace reir
    cuando a llegado la brisa de otoño
    despues del...

    Betterman

    Betterman I am since I
    Come into contact with you
    And you taught so many things about myself
    and you know this is true
    but now we are apart and its all my fault
    cos you know I need to be alone
    Don t know myself
    so how can I share me with you girl or anyon...

    Death walking terror

    I am the black thoughts of the night
    Deep in the darkness of your mind
    Shrouded in shadow, The mental torture
    In the realm of death waling terror

    Stalking the closest to the edge
    Impostion of depravity
    Sanity holding by a thread
    Desperation draws them close to me

    Always unseen but never far behind
    Fleeting darkness tricks your eyes
    Paranoia,...

    Three Evils

    Across the floor in the hand of where we drove the drill
    a cautious ear to the mouth of your confession
    think of all the things we put him through
    in the face of his god would he tell the truth?

    Still recorded were the words that dribbled out his kiss
    when eyes go blind...