Mephisto Walz - Witches Gold | Текст Иностранной Песни
Her house is empty and her heart is old And filled with shades and echoes that deceive With blind bent fingers, nets that cannot hold No one save her for still she tries to
Mephisto Walz - Porcelain Gods | Текст Иностранной Песни
Lay down and drive Lay down and die Drive this bed into the sky With your love of god With your love of god Down on our knees Pray to your gods Down on
Mephisto Walz - Nicole | Текст Иностранной Песни
Whirl, horror, most infamous thrill Master, skeleton, take my hand Lest the spiraled, give me my wrists I don't fear you... want to be your friend The spirits rise
Mephisto Walz - Alle In Asche | Текст Иностранной Песни
Deine verschlungenen Hohlen fuhren zu dem Meer dem Meer der Verzweiflung aus Blut, Schweiss, und Sperma Turn your head slowly Turn your head slowly In diese
Mephisto Walz - Dear Familiar Phantoms | Текст Иностранной Песни
Again you come he hovering forms I find as early to my clouded sight ye shone Shall I attempt this once to seize and bind ye Still o'er my heart is that illusion thrown
Mephisto Walz - Nightingale | Текст Иностранной Песни
Away, away, for I will fly to thee When my heart aches and drowsy numbness pains My sense as though of hemlock drunk Or empty some opiate to the drain One minutes passed and
Mephisto Walz - Drowning, Like The Garden | Текст Иностранной Песни
It is the pat hfo sin that compels our fate And leaves us drowning like the garden Is it surrender that confuses us If not existence then departing Is it the ancient
Mephisto Walz - Am Sonntag | Текст Иностранной Песни
Slowly sets and times sunday Heat so near in the shrouded gloom Yields softly awaited burden Dried scattered gentle noon Slow in step the wooded daydream Breath
Mephisto Walz - The Starveling | Текст Иностранной Песни
Sweet rara avis Allured deception Envied hands reach to thee Having glimpsed of the fair reflections Embrace this comely beast Sweet rara avis Dear
Mephisto Walz - Facade (closet Of Faces) | Текст Иностранной Песни
Like broken dreams of rich men Who really don't have much A pocketbook of promises Their dreams are made of such But silent desperation sold They shop for what they