in a Balrog howls Upon a storm firstborn of sin Incensed anew, rebellions tore Like frenzied beasts of prey Through temple doors Through east before the midnight
As cold as ice The satanist heart No vain strife To reach the goal The fullmoon shines within The temple of the mind As the way unfolds By its own ...
to try to forget you. Siddhartha, sits staring into the reflection in my eyes. As a sullen funeral procession gathers. To dance around my dead heart
by the side of the road I pick them up Their time is up And away that we go Hear the screams beyond belief Crying out from the cellar My obsession My
go In the midnight hour when I'm all alone There's a hurtin' deep down in my soul And it follows me wherever I go When the sun shines down on my heart
a beautiful thing Well, it's me and you in a flatbed truck And my heart kicking over like a whitetail buck In the middle of spring You can cut me deep
he's waiting the Great Clean-up, when the Judgment sluice-heads sweep; And I smoke my pipe and I meditate in the light of the Midnight Sun, And sometimes
In a house without your light anymore Just don't feel the same if my mind could speak What my heart would say, I'll let it be and go away Midnight's
right for a person of his built. he judged that A minimum of jostling he could ride quite comfortably. a few airholes, some water, of course, midnight
, hear my call I raised my sword as many times before Calling for the empress to return Opening my veins releasing my blood And with the burning midnight
bike Out for the win Dirty like the inside of your green recycling bin And my patience wearing thin Like a size zero model wearing nothing All the boys knee deep
to understand What she's saying There's a stairway leading to the sun I walk it in my sleep And a ship of fools above the sky Who've gotten into deep
Take deep breaths, hold on long, bring the harm with no regrets, on my chest, let me knowledge be born on levels, wild, devil copters mark my every step
, spraycans and turntables Bringin the bloodrush like ?Martin Able? But more than once a month, got MC's On the midnight run, through the land of the midnight-sun
crystal clear - words are sent from pictures Sounds that I can't hear - as weakness wins my body Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding heart Eclipsing
hear - as weakness wins my body Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding heart Eclipsing the whole - planet, history and light... [Part Three] Sometimes, when the sun