Why don't you... Feel like I feel The true Reality My words are no lies But yet not devine Murder... My one domain Murder... My life in flames Why don
Why don't you... Feel like I feel The true Reality My words are no lies But yet not devine
head Pleading to his sympathy "Take the car, I got a family" You hear a laugh, "It don't mean shit to me" One more murder One more murder One more murder
Die Nacht liegt wie Blei auf Schloß Darkmoor Sir Henry liest Financial Times. Zwölf mal schlägt gespenstisch die Turmuhr der Butler
译文: 莱因哈德梅伊. 凶手是永远的园丁.
: Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meet And as we sat a-courting, my love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of burgundy wine; my love, she
Down in the willow garden Where me and my love did meet There we sat a courtin' My love dropped off to sleep I drank a bottle of burgundy wine My love
Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meet And as we sat a-courting, my love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of burgundy wine; my love, she