Awaken suffering souls of mine Embrace me with all your hearts Follow me to your new battlefield Make martyrs of all their kind Crush the weak, destroy
[lyrics: Lee, music: Turner] Awaken suffering souls of mine Embrace me with all your hearts Follow me to your new battlefield Make martyrs of all their
译文: 起源. 觉醒的苦难.
: [lyrics: Lee, music: Turner] Awaken suffering souls of mine Embrace me with all your hearts Follow me to your new battlefield Make martyrs of all
temple Through her eyes, a world of sorrow Told me a Tale of fears and horror In their hearts, she saw all lies: Her suffer made the demon awake...
Dolorosa, vexilla regis prodeunt Be without doubt as you've been without weakness We will open the five roses We will awake the seven churches of the final confrontation Mother of suffering
ain?t nobody alive more of a prophet than me It ain?t nobody living possibly rocking with me On the stage, in the studio, or boxing with me Every second I?m awake
"The first words I spoke in the original phonograph, Mary had a little lamb. It s fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was
awake in the world of the sleeping Clear definitions of dream versus reality shatters Parts of a whole, forming the existential weave Twins of the origin