In the fire, the king will come. Thunder rolls, piper and drum. Evil sons, overrun. Count their sins, judgment comes The checkerboard of nights and days. Man will die, man be saved. The sky will
one thing that'll make us get ready for the project. The project. Two young pioneers chosen as one. Programmed for a mission. None of them has ever done. The new generation here to restore. Such a
. But I write home laughing, look at me now, that the walls of my town they come crumbling down. And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons and I know their choices color all I've done. But I'll explain
, unquenched, by peace. Curse the beauty, curse the queen So we come. To a place of no return. Yours is the face, that makes my body burn. And here is the name that our sons will learn. Curse the beauty
. Father on bended knee. I ask thee. Raise thy hand. We thesonsof Odin. Await thy command. Born under the sign. Ofthe hammer we stand. And here we all may die. Our blood on the ground. The battle horns
In the middle ofthe night, I may watch you go. There'll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown. There'll be no comfort in the shade ofthe shadows thrown. But I'll be yours if
prophecy. Now you've got something to die for. Send the children to the fire, sons and daughters stack the pyre. Stoke the flame ofthe empire, live to lie another day. Face of hypocrisy, raping democracy
Bài hát Top OfThe World - The Carpenters. Such a feelin's comin' over me . There is wonder in 'most ev'ry thing I see. Not a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eyes. And I won't be surprised if
lie. When I open my body and breathe alive. I will not speak of your sin. There was no way out for him. The mirror shows not. Your values are all shot. But oh, my heart was flawed . I knew my weakness
The Lords and ladies pass a ruling. Thesons and girls go hand in hand. From good stock and the best breeding Paid for by the servile class. Who have been told or lie in state. To bow down forth
Heard the story ofthe world last night. Where the kids don't read, and the kids don't write. Where the girls don't sing, and the boys don't fight. And no-one believes anything Shut my eyes and I
(Roger Taylor). . Collect your senses and your wits. What you've left of your mind. All the so called modern caring virtues. Are the moral teaching you can find. So let's turn on the TV