When we play our charade We were like children posing Playing at games Acting out names Guessing the parts we play Oh what a hit we made We came on next to closing Best on the bill Lovers until Love left the masque.. Read »

You must guard this secret with your life The hour has come Breathe life into clay A slave We will be saved When he rises up ??? The creature walks ??? of the enemy Follow / Golem ? Your enemy. The creature wa.. Read »

This luck you can't buy Won't touch you this time One day this dirty stool pigeon will fly Halos and charm lives??? I'll help you next time One day this dirty stool pigeon will fly Then he'll be ??? Reach out and s.. Read »

Memories fade to gray My smile Your name ??? Dim lights Low rent High tide Boxsprings Spare change Your scent My ways Your breath My air Fog lifts I stare You're gone, but I'm there I'm gone, but you're ther.. Read »

You hear the whisper calling You hear the whisper calling You hear the whisper calling You hear the whisper calling Every comb of hair The times you see red Every hair on your head Every thread on your back Every pi.. Read »

Sanguis minimus Corpus animus Sanguis minimus Corpus animus Sanguis minimus Corpus animus Rotted corpus satani ave Sanguis minimus Corpus animus Rotted corpus satani ave Ave ??? jesus cristus Ave ??? jesus cristus .. Read »

Latin translations: Sanguis = blood Minimus = small Corpus = body,flesh especially when dead Animus = strong dislike, hostility Satani = satan Ave = hello or goodby, farwell Versus = toward, turned in directio.. Read »

Screams and moans and bats and bones Teenage monsters in haunted homes The ghosts on the stair The vampires bite Better beware, there's a full moon tonight Cannibal spiders creep and crawl Boys and ghouls having a ball .. Read »

Dream little one, dream Dream my little one, dream Though the hunter in the night Fills your childish heart with fright Fear is only a dream So dream little one, dream What have they done to its eyes? What have they .. Read »

Ah, che maraviglia, sembra di essere a Marsiglia C'è un enorme parapiglia Che ricorda la quadriglia… Qualcuno, Fantomas, Vestito da cane, Si aggira su e giù… Qualcosa rimane… C'è solo più il vento Che legge il giorn.. Read »