Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders, here are the young men, well where have they been? We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber, pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in, watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying, we saw ourselves now as we never had seen. Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration, the sorrows we suffered and never were free...Where have they been?
Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever, can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase, each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings, open then shut, then slammed in our face...
Where have they been?
[Νεκρή οπτική γωνία εν ζωή... Αξιοθαύμαστο...]
In your room
...emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness
...δεν είχα ξαναδεί τέτοια λουλούδια...
...maybe the world's a mess... but baby I like your dress... been seeing you around... hear you're the best in town...
I've got to get to you first
Την μιά μονότονην ημέραν άλλη
Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders, here are the young men, well where have they been? We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber, pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in, watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying, we saw ourselves now as we never had seen. Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration, the sorrows we suffered and never were free...
Leaves fall softly on the lake
Das Leben dreht sich nur im Kreis...
Esta puta vida me va fatal