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The mist
03:54
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I´m so afraid
Of discovering your little sins buried here
In the place where you swear eternal love to me
I have a spade, she´s not afraid, i have a dethroned king
to make your ace cry like a babe.
So afraid there´s no tomorrow for me.
In the mist of sacred pain
Happiness is on my side again
But sorrow comes
Reaping the grace of your arms.
Time was never the weapon
For making this beautiful love dissapear.
In love, for love.
I´m so lonely in my mind,
Watching the ancient beatings of your life,
Twisting memories until they become trash.
In the mist of sacred pain
happiness is on my side again
but sorrow comes,
Reaping the grace of your arms,
Time was never the weapon
For making this beautiful love dissapear.
Flames were never as real
as the unhealed wounds that the sun made in my skin.
Understand that pain was not a choice,
At least for me.
In the mist of sacred pain
Happiness is on my side again
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Secondhand skin
03:31
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I dream of you,
and my voice is just the truth.
I pray for your angels and demons to keep evil in you,
I cry for you,
and I was the one to make you smile.
Please, don´t ever turn off this light.
There´s no thunder darling, but today
You´re gonna make a storm inside of me.
All these scars
in your seconhand skin,
Filled your elapsed living time for real.
And I was the one to make you smile.
Please, don´t ever turn off this light.
There´s no thunder darling, but today
You´re gonna make a storm inside of me.
Worthless treasures hidden in your eyes
Take me to the last ride,
Heaven was never, never my path,
although you thought so...
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Falling from the steps of light
I´m falling now
From the steps of light,
Screaming out my pride,
Ripping of my time.
Demonstrate your demons inside.
Start the wound from
the basement of my mind.
Clean the tomb of Gautier’s dead bride
and demonstrate your demons inside
Start the wound from
the basement of your mind.
Let me be your Baudelaire tonight...
and demonstrate your demons inside
From the steps of light,
Screaming out my pride,
Ripping of my time.
Demonstrate your demons inside.
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Came from the cold
03:27
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I am walking that lonely, snowy road.
dead trees cover all the way long.
The light between the branches
clears the path from shadows,
and all the lonely clouds seem to dream of tomorrow.
And here´s no time to be alone.
Cause time is out, out of this road.
She knows the answer is inside of me.
I came from the cold.
Dead leaves take me all the way long.
There´s nothing in the wardrove,
All my ghosts are gone.
Gone on Salem´s Road.
All my ghosts are gone on Salem´s Road.
And there´s no time to be alone,
Cause time is out, out of this road.
She knows the answer is inside of me
I came from the cold.
She walked that way to find this words
I came from the cold Salem´s Road.
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Butterflies on fire
03:30
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Butterflies on fire
Lost down in the woods
Your voice is so strange to me
you ripped out the moon
from her place in the highlands.
Go out and tell him bout it,
Show that amazing crying
And give, and give me,
And give me one year to my...
right to be the right way to your redemption.
Now, you´ve never never seen
butterflies on fire.
Hiding from the moon,
Nothing will be so safe for her hopeless hands,
and maybe, maybe, she will walk
on the gray side of the sky.
Go out and tell him bout it,
Show that amazing crying
And gift me one year to my
Right to be the right way to your redemption
now, you´ve never never seen
butterflies on fire.
Don´t want to hear from you now,
Don´t want to go nowhere out.
Don´t want to hear from you now.
Don´t wanna go nowhere now.
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Ms. Daimone (`D´ record)
03:22
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Mrs. Daimone
Welcome to the eternal trip,
one single ride through the Stige
be proud of your sins, here is no brigthness,
now you are one smile away from happiness.
Demons filled her heart with pain
Although they were never real.
Mrs. Daimone.
Feel her cold sight shattering your heartbeats
old-dusty hands holding your life,
be proud of your sins, there is no brightness
now you are one smile away from happiness..
Demons filled her heart with pain
Although they were never real.
Mrs. Daimone.
Demons filled her heart with pain
Although they were never real.
Mrs. Daimone.
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Down to you
03:55
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Down to you
Say you can´t leave, my friend.
I don´t feel anything.
Say you can´t look back there,
and come with me.
I can see you stuck on time... sometimes...
And love for you, my friend,
is so far away from here.
That´s my end, my fail.
Stay away from my heart.
I can´t take to live this life.
I can´t wake you now,
deadly body on the floor.
I can´t hear your breathing,
So you must not be here yet.
I will rise my darling, and you will rise with me
In this sweet resurrection,
we will be forever gone.
That´s my end, my fail. Stay away from my heart.
I can´t take to live this life.
Drink my poisoned love.
And stay forever here.
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Evil seems to be...
02:30
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Evil seems to be...
Wake up everybody from their rest,
Now it´s time to dance, dance,
Now it´s time to check your bloody souls
From dusk till dawn.
Come on! Dance, dance,
Until we go to heaven,
Dance, dance,
In hell the party is over, baby
Come on, dance,
And evil,
And evil seems to be so much closer.
Turn on every single light in here
Keep the sun outside, side,
Now it´s time yo clean your dirty eyes.
From dusk till dawn,
Come on! Dance, dance,
Until we go to heaven,
Dance, dance,
In hell the party is over, baby
Come on, dance,
And evil,
And evil seems to be so much closer.
Evil leaves her soul alone
And paints angels with sorrow.
Never told myself to run,
Although there´s no tomorrow.
Stay away, stay away,
Send your evil out.
Stay away, stay away,
Send your evil out.
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9. |
Abismo (b-sides)
04:56
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10. |
Sólo tu respiración
04:01
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Luis Ullán Salamanca, Spain
There is nothing stronger than a severed soul.
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