to be mantel pieces down at the Black Forest. And I don't know if that bar still exists, but when it did, so did they, a couple bleeding heart kids.
valleys Over the mountains and across the seas All across the world I will plant the seeds For Father I am your son, Siegfried Our freedom is calling
egotists. We can try to fill those spaces with the strength of our love. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy',
are just horrid anyway Not me I drank myself as dry as a desert Still in the end there was nothing left to call my own This freedom from pain with which
your fool You know this lady is not waiting For words untrue, I have to die 'Cause I'd rather crawl home bleeding Than be chained to you, I love your freedom
is bleeding A new life shall start with a freedom heart Call aloud and never stop believing When there's only one reward - a freedom heart A freedom heart
gone, And bleeding mind no longer cares, And only labeled heart and crown of thorns Still bring you back in your nightmares... CHORUS: Living in the hell they proudly call
worth. To the people with feelings, To those not totally succeeding, Those, shattered, torn, ripped right in half, And whose broken hearts are bleeding
! Let us stand and kill! Kill! Behind the castle walls Our pride was in our freedom Which death would now reward As a certain magic filled the hearts
I light your world, yes, I painted it with sunshine But all you see is tall gray clouds You say your freedom is everything, you need time But all you
we've been living, messing around The blood we've been spilling will bleed us dry The life we've been killing is your life like mine? My heart it is
to me I hear violins You know what it means just for tonight I hear a symphony of love I see the stars, the moon above I hear your heart I feel your
love before And love that and hold in Lord I really miss my friends, Lord please help us Now I done been stop shedding tears, now my eyes bleed when
to this most blasphemous of halls Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call For she must never waken from her Crimson
the free Hear me calling on the wind Can't you feel the change begin Hearts of truth will freedom bring I'm calling on the ... Hear me calling
Oral traditions both fought for and lost I bleed humanity's figurines of history Shouts filled with hate Secrets of success. Documents declaring freedoms
healed. Legend that have taught Oral traditions both fought for and lost Secrets of success. Shouts filled with hate Documents declaring freedoms of state I bleed