run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
run, live to fly, fly to live, aces high
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The Blue Lotus, a legend, I thought a myth
Old poems and stories gone
A beauty of unimaginable lust
Both men's hearts, and Gods, were won
Skin like milk, an angels face
They say her smile could kill
Her hair the blackest of all black
Stories I thought though, still
The killer´s breed for the demon´s seed
The glamour,the fortune,the pain
Go to war again,blood is freedom´s stain
But don´t you pray for my soul anymore
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
The Blue Lotus, a legend, I thought a myth
Old poems and stories gone
A beauty of unimaginable lust
Both men's hearts, and Gods, were won
Skin like milk, an angels face
They say her smile could kill
Her hair the blackest of all black
Stories I thought though, still
Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly and touch the sun.
The Blue Lotus, a legend, I thought a myth
Old poems and stories gone
A beauty of unimaginable lust
Both men's hearts, and Gods, were won
Skin like milk, an angels face
They say her smile could kill
Her hair the blackest of all black
Stories I thought though, still
No point asking when it is,
No point asking who's to go,
No point asking what's the game,
No point asking who's to blame.
'cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die,
'cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die,
If you're gonna die, die with your boots on.
If you're gonna try, just stick around,
Gonna cry, just move along,
If you're gonna die, you're go
The Blue Lotus, a legend, I thought a myth
Old poems and stories gone
A beauty of unimaginable lust
Both men's hearts, and Gods, were won
Skin like milk, an angels face
They say her smile could kill
Her hair the blackest of all black
Stories I thought though, still
Alexander the Great,
His name struck fear into hearts of men,
Alexander the Great,
Became a legend 'mongst mortal men.
The Blue Lotus, a legend, I thought a myth
Old poems and stories gone
A beauty of unimaginable lust
Both men's hearts, and Gods, were won
Skin like milk, an angels face
They say her smile could kill
Her hair the blackest of all black
Stories I thought though, still
Hand of fate is moving and the finger points to you
He knocks you to your feet and so what
are you gonna do
Your tongue has frozen now you've got
something to say
The piper at the gates of dawn is calling
you his way
You watch the world exploding every
single night
Dancing in the sun a new born in the light
Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye
to death
Hello to eternity and live for every breath
The Blue Lotus, a legend, I thought a myth
Old poems and stories gone
A beauty of unimaginable lust
Both men's hearts, and Gods, were won
Skin like milk, an angels face
They say her smile could kill
Her hair the blackest of all black
Stories I thought though, still
dachte eh nicht dass du alt mit schlecht oder out gleichsetzt
aber das musste einfach mal gesagt werden
Let me tell you a story to chill the bones. About a thing that I saw.
One night wandering in the Everglades. I´d one drink but no more.
I was rambling, enjoying the bright Moonlight. Gazing up at the Stars.
Not aware of a presence so near to me. Watching my every move.
Feelings scared and I feel to my knees. As something rushed me from the Trees.
Took me to an unholy place. And that is where I fell from Grace.
And they summoned me over to join in with them. To the Dance of a Dead.
In to a circle of fire I followed them. In to the middle I was led.
The Blue Lotus, a legend, I thought a myth
Old poems and stories gone
A beauty of unimaginable lust
Both men's hearts, and Gods, were won
Skin like milk, an angels face
They say her smile could kill
Her hair the blackest of all black
Stories I thought though, still