the thigh! And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, His pistol butts a-twinkle, His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky. Iii Over the cobbles
under your finger nail and get stuck wail thrill kill for the sake of maturity walk down the street at night i feel a little scared inside i pull out a
with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to the thigh! And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, His pistol butts a-twinkle, His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under
get no better than Vogretta Lee (? no idea) that's my plan, that's just forever Clear weather for the apple of my eye White violin under velvet sky No
borders of new radius In search of the fabled city of mud and crushed velvet What I found was a gutter where the love of entertainment Meets the lust for
through the trees For those who believed She she was one with the earth and the sky, In a moment she's gone But her memory lives on Like a shooting star
a thousand hallowed eyes stare into the night The sun goes down and the dead head minds, They start to resurrect Under the velvet sky and thirsty for
screaming for me Tomorrow's just a dream Well look where we ended up I saw your face calm the flames And you were screaming for me Tomorrow's just a
first I lay Bright starre with Thee Under the velvet branches dear When sun and moon both came so near Under the starlit open dome Under the starsharp pointed lights Under
(Keep me) At a distance, in your maze Fumbling through a contemplative haze (keep me) Or tucked away clandestinely where no one else will look Where my broken sky reaches to your velvet
honour to the lord of hell, Voor, Kish, Koth... Under the gleams of the torches, thousands of brothers gathered down beneath the black velvet sky... For a
long ago A misty blue and the lillac too A never to grow old. A there you were under the tree of song Sleeping so peacefully In your hand a flower played A
have fallen you can not arise I surrender under a bloodred sky A slave under thy lust, her beauty a disguise The bringer of nightlike silence has come Dressed for
of new radius In search of the fabled city of mud and crushed velvet What I found was a gutter where the love of entertainment Meets the lust for blood