Moonspell - Os Ssenhorres da guerra (english)

Tekst :

Outside I hear the war lords
Already they sing hymns of victory
What s the history of this earth?
It s fear, that s it

And here are the men waiting
United in the destiny of the earth
No one remembers a time of peace
It s fear, that s it

O Earth, One more day is rising
And we can t lose it
It s so little the glory of a war
And the Mongers of war making it, without victories
No one remembers peace anymore
It s fear, that s it

Inne utwory

  • Vampiria
  • Tired
  • I am the eternal spectator
  • Alma mater
  • From lowering skies
  • Wolfshade
  • Love crimes
  • For a taste of eternity
  • Crystal gazing
  • Dreamless
  • Hers is the twilight
  • Darkness and hope
  • Scorpion flower
  • Selfabuse
  • Os senhorres da guerra
  • Mephisto
  • Than the serpents in my arms
  • Of Dream and drama
  • Losowe utwory

    Sisters, o sisters

    We lost our green land
    We lost our clean air
    We lost our true wisdom
    And we live in despair

    Sisters, O sisters
    Lets stand up right now
    It s never too late
    To start from the start

    Wisdom, O wisdom
    That s what we ask for
    And yes, my...

    When i touch you

    I wanna feel this way
    longer than time
    I wanna know your dreams
    and make them mine
    I wanna change the world
    Only for you
    All the impossible
    I wanna do

    I wanna hold you close
    Under the rain
    I wanna kiss your smile
    And feel the pain
    I know what s beautiful
    Looking at you
    Here in a world of lies
    You are the...

    Late nite hype part 2

    Geah
    Compton
    Geah
    Where we from?
    All day...
    The Weeest Side...
    All day
    Nigga
    We from the West Side
    (1-5-9)
    All the time

    I gots to get mine so I ma take your
    I do what I...

    Pull

    Chapter one

    Television
    The means of worldwide infection
    A gesture of illicit excursions
    Relentless
    No sign of the defenses
    Staggering
    Militant advertising
    Raping deep with the gift of persuasion
    An act of desperation

    Chapter two

    A tradition
    Based on intimidation
    Of destruction
    Maul the opposition
    An illusion
    Of democracy
    No conclusion
    Long live the legacy

    Chapter three

    Irritate the masses
    Like asbestos in the lungs
    Reduce my flesh to plastic
    The needle hits...

    Ala bianca

    Sui tuoi capelli biondi giocava il vento e poi,
    un volto sconosciuto ha giocato i giorni miei.
    Un accordo di chitarra non mi basta più,
    io spingo gli occhi al cielo, un ala bianca c è.
    Il giro del tuo sguardo più non vede me,