Au matin {Refrain:} Dans nos corps a corps On a joue sur les memes accords C?ur a c?ur Quelque chose qui ressemble au bonheur Corps a corps Elle m'a
regret Au matin {Refrain:} Dans nos corps a corps On a joue sur les memes accords C?ur a c?ur Quelque chose qui ressemble au bonheur Corps a corps Elle m'a
[ABSTRACT RUDE] I'm a king with a sting of a scorpion' [Mad Child] Scorpion King has slowly returned [ABSTRACT RUDE] 'I'm a king with the sting of a
a hundred men You best to run before I count to ten Blood drippin' from my canine like a fountain pen It seems I've been asleep for a thousand years
James Dio on the encore, They want a Funkoar, they wanna hold a mirror, To ninety-four, they want a golden era, They wanna golden shower so I'm a give
Well, what a fucking waste of money, what a fucking waste of time A fucking waste of money, what a fucking waste of time A fucking waste of money, it's a
Turned Inward An image of me beneath my grave what's gone wrong this time just a step away from the dead silence bleeding in my head I found the corpse
before I despise what I see in the mirror Sadistic hateful scum The abomination before my eyes A reflection of me I see an image of disfigured evil
and darkest of dreams Bring forth a wrath of cleansing fire Here now in mankind's bleakest hour Born of a casket I'm the heir to a corpse I've eyes
ton image A toi la vie L'homme a donne corps en ton sillage De lumiere en lumiere Je chante un paradis Qui me brule les yeux Je vais brouter les cieux Jusqu'a
other Locked in lust we put our trust in dogs Now here we are again The dead still look the same Who cares they're soon forgotten Nobody gonna miss a corpse
I unearth the decomposing corpse, Splintering the musty casket, Seething with excitement, I lay bare the dusty tomb... The pungent aroma of putrescence
final epitaph Pictures from the after world, a corpse photographed Your countenance embossed in silver gelatin A gruesome reminder of your untimely end A
, the secrets they must keep Addicted to your blood at dawn they sleep Beware the image unseen stalks your soul your corpses redeem Eternal damnation you just reward a
Mass flagellation entangled in shadows Blackest winds blowing horror and death Carrying the corpse stench Infesting all earth's plaine Transgressing all
A ARMAND mon pote, j'espere que tu reposes en paix... Ca fait des annees, mais ton image ne cesse de me hanter. T'es parti, depuis j'ai encore moins d
dirais bye bye, A tout ce show-business A tout ce strass A tout ce stress. Bye bye ma jeunesse. Venez voir mourir, Le dernier sex symbol Venez tous applaudir A