Mystifier Lyrics
Mystifier Lyrics
"Hangman's Noose (Ending Mortal Existence) Lyrics"
L.A Lyrics
I am one, In this place, No one feels my disgrace. I am one in this room No one sees, but I see you ...wanted ...lost me
I am one, In this place, No one feels my disgrace. I am one in this room No one sees, but I see you ...wanted ...lost me
Open the gates of the graveyard.
Where corpses rest like layers.
In glorious flying thunder comes the courier of death.
Moor his black horse's tail.
Around my thin neck.
Let me fly beneath his wings.
I am dead.
Hangman's noose is not a prophecy.
Hangman's noose is the laughter of
About the Moon Lyrics
the moonlight won't hide the moonlight won't hide the moonlight won't hide these cryin' eyes these cryin' eyes the highways ar
death.the moonlight won't hide the moonlight won't hide the moonlight won't hide these cryin' eyes these cryin' eyes the highways ar
Life is abundant in fantasy.
Giving birth to death.
Ending one's secret life.
Ending one's mortal existence.
Have no fear.
Heaven and Hell are here.
Let my few hairs blow in the burning wind.
Don't keep up one's appearance.
Oldness and youth are just a game.
Send a let
Another Park, Another Sunday Lyrics
I'm sittin' in my room, I'm starin' out my window And I wonder where you've gone Thinking back on the happy hours just before the dawn Outside t
er to the mortals saying as pleasant is the grave.I'm sittin' in my room, I'm starin' out my window And I wonder where you've gone Thinking back on the happy hours just before the dawn Outside t
Hangman's noose is not a prophecy.
Hangman's noose is the laughter of death.
Life is abundant in fantasy.
Giving birth to death.
Ending one's secret life.
Ending one's mortal existence.
Mortal reason to abandon this life.
Full of
Womanopoly Lyrics
Yo listen I met this girl on Baltic Ave. And you can tell how she steps on Boardwalk, she was from Park Place I asked what she was doing on
horror at first sight.Yo listen I met this girl on Baltic Ave. And you can tell how she steps on Boardwalk, she was from Park Place I asked what she was doing on
Nobody escapes from this deathlike fate.
Till again I hear the wind through the gates.
Nameless graves rest emptiness.
Living beings dislike this vast sadness.
Dramatic vision of the procession of the dead.
It's rather sad we can't rise from the dead.