There must be some kind of way out of here,
Said the joker to the thief
Theres too much confusion,
I cant get no relief.

Business men they drink my wine,
Plow men dig my earth,
None with a level on their mind,
Nobody out of this world.

No reason to get excited

Inside my mind
Shades of visions
Fading photographs
Of you, of me
Blurred black and white
As they flicker past

I watch silently
I wait estranged
Passively observe
The past returns
Echoing words
What you said to me

Memories of better days
Ar

ÞIð finnið leið
Fetið sannleikans með
Æskulög þín
Eini harmur minn er
Hríð og uppgerð (uppgjöf?)
Brotin efndi ég til
Síðar munt sjá
Und frelsaðu þér

Von móður

Síðar munt sjá hana
Frelsa munt þér

Fylg minni leið
Ei til sannleikans beð
Æsku

Maledetto sia tuo cuore cylone
C'è una tostapane nella tua testa
E porta tachi a spillo

Numero sei ti chiama
Il rivelatore cylone impone
La tua ragazza è un tostapane

Maledetto sia tuo cuore cylone
Ahimè, disgrazia! Ahimè, tristezza e miseria!

Il tostapane h

Eventus cum paucis faverent
Pugnam lacesserunt
In domo deorum

In a cavern, in a canyon
Excavating for a mine
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner
And his daughter Clementine

Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling, Clementine!
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Light she was and like a fairy
And her sh

A Righ na gile
A Righ na greine
A Righ na rinne
A Righ na reula
A Righ na gile
A Righ na greine
A Righ na gile
A Righ na reula
A Righ na

Útlægr Guð
Smán föður
Von móður
ÞRaut barnsins

Útlægr Guð
Smán föður
Von móður
ÞRaut barnsins

Stríðs sonur
Saurgun sannleiks
Und svíður

Græð kvöl hans

Útlægr Guð
Stormr haturs
Vex óttinn
Und svíður
Ger fortíð upp

Guðs

Útlægr Guð
Smán föður
Von móður
ÞRaut barnsins

Útlægr Guð
Smán föður
Von móður
ÞRaut barnsins
Stríðs sonur

Fyrirgefning
Er þungbær

Græð kvöl hans

Útlægr Guð
Stormr haturs
Vex óttinn
Und svíður
Útlægr Guð
Stormr haturs

Gojira!
Mosura!
Sore! Sore! Sore! Sore!
Go! Go! Go!
Gojira!

Gojira!
Mosura!
Go! Go! Go!
Gojira!

With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He pulls the spitting high-tension wires down
Helpless people on subway trains
Scream, bug-eyed, as h

Thimos, Kratos

Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye

Mull was astern, Rum on the port
Eigg on the starboard bow
Glory of youth glowed in her soul
Where is that glory now?

Sing me a song of a l

He watches the morning light
Catch on her raven hair
Curves of her lips
Promising a life that they will share
Two lovers intertwined
In the light of a winter's dawn

As the rumble of war sweeps down through the valley

So stay with me, oh lover
My heart's filled

Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to skye

Mull was astern, rum on the port
Eigg on the starboard bow
Glory of youth glowed in her soul
Where is that glory now?

Sing me a song of a l