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You've bright honey-eyes as the sun Flaming, sparkling, burning, alluring When your roguish lips fire like guns Mines bring near yours to kiss you fondly Your charms are growing on me from day to day Your skin's as soft as a guitar My fingers can't cont...

Chorus: Two moons in the night Gave in the evening bright A strange purple, unforgettable Two sparkling white eyes My quest they supervised Lit my way for me to be not lost Alone on a distant world Naked under a rain Fallen from huge black clouds W...

A head and his collaborator Two top brass from their hierarchy Two twins steeping in absurdity Typical success of a set of inefficients These can be your boss You're may be their prisoner, of course pre-chorus: Work to make your pocket money Kill you...

Hear the screams of horror Come from behind the door Where live the ghost of evil hangmen Corridors infinite Wandering as spirits The bad souls try to possess humans The phantoms of hangmen Begin with poor men By exploding their bollocks and their he...

a) Media Dictatorship Your tolerance for music can sum up to be in search of an overrated talent from an artificial epoch And perverted tastes which are insolently expressed with a morbid exoticism to my fellow-creatures Decline in moral standards It's...

I remember the years of my misery A rancour wind wipes away my tears Who can calm me when my nerves are all on edge? War mind 'gainst pain's my angry blade As true as I'm Vikand Lord of the peace highland Servant knight of the right, I will protect my l...