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me sick (CHRIST-Witness; CHRIST-Living one; CHRIST-First and the last) Feed our minds confusion Sweeten the taste of pollution. (CHRIST-Word life; CHRIST-Resurrect; CHRIST

The wind beneath my wings It must have been cold there in my shadow to never have sunlight on your face you were content to let me shine you always

In decadence and sane I stood by the wall Thought I'd left myself at home Thought I'd turned my back to stone But all the strangers knew my name All

me what you meant to me And now I?m wondering what it means I see your face in a thousand scenes That keep on playing in my mind Over and over and over © 2005 Chris

The wind beneath my wings It must have been cold there in my shadow to never have sunlight on your face you were content to let me shine you always

Пераклад: Рок, Крыс. Ву-ха! Got You All In Праверыць.

Пераклад: Милиан, Крысціна. Пад ціскам.

face my weakness is his strength 1000 daughters bind the runners of pain Oh be merciful magic with the corpse of my brain His tongue is nailed with the spikes of Christ

Ihr glaubt an das ewige Leben Auf eurer schonen Welt Euer Ende naht umso schneller Je weniger ihr daran glaubt Ihr habt euch kaufen lassen Von