译文: 米奇米勒. 里斯本Antiqua.
译文: 莱德，米奇. 里斯本Antiqua.
译文: 未知. 临Musica的Antiqua.
I played with love, I thought I was a sophisticated kind I looked at life like modern lovers do It's a game, I said, from bed to bed, never hurts these
[Music & Lyrics: Peavy Wagner] Defenders of the ancient life we are Defenders of the ancient world at war And if we're gonna die, keep that spark Defenders
Hmmmmmm! Let's take an old-fashioned walk, I'm just burstin' with talk. What a tale could be told, if we went for An old-fashioned walk! Let
Yeah yeah Well, well, well girl Yeah I believe that a woman Is the most precious thing on the Earth And I'll do anything And I do mean anything To stop
"An Ancient Inherited Shame" by Dark Angel Femininity, a sacred life My goals and dreams achieved, or soon they might Unintruded being, innocent
[Instrumental]
with time? All the shame it brings, it changes everything! [x2] Time delay Synchrionicity Is all in disarray From another tear under my duvet It's antique
by John Williamson Where ancient mountains are whittled down Millions of years to a little mound Where giant feet are fossil found I see spinifex surfing
you dismantled Enchanted by my verbals as Ikon be burning candles "The rapper Ikon be throwing cerebral blows in telepathic forms" "Futuristic, neva antiquated
Change the mood from joy to sadness Because sad is the song I sing On dreams in deep meditations On seven horses running on the shore at dawn Born to
The Glory of Your Love Is Built Upon Our People's Pain And Your Glory is Painted Red Of Our Noble Blood You Shed. You Came And Slaughtered Odin You Came
[Previously unreleased] The golden cities once ?Desperately loved to rose From fathomless grey mass - Blue lakes and abyssic mountains Fear, for something
Under These Brooding Skies Our Shadows Are Cast Through This Deepest Winter We Reminisce About Our Past As Free Men We Rode Over Hills, Under The Flaming
Hands Back into a Relinquished Parlour Game; Wisps of Ghostly Languor hinting faintly of Perique Ring the Ancyent Air and Fade, Murmuring of Things Antique
imagine me nursing some ancient injury. go home crying to mom, a word. some issues on abandonment, and how angry i can get. not a word, she cant understand
