To the sound of storms, infinity will fade. To the sound of storms, damnation will reign. Mortal souls are shattered by unholy storms of chaos. Our
Oversettelse: Storm, Jon. Sounds Of Life.
[V. Sbriglione ? V. Verderosa] God god show me now the way What is my destination? My sin, evil's over me I need air to breathe Call my name I just
[V. Sbriglione ? V. Verderosa] Star, bright star, I'd want ask to you does your view trouble my mind? Is it glimmer of hope or bringer of fate? Destiny
[V. Sbriglione ? V. Verderosa] Here I await between sea and sand, this is the place I call home The storm soon appears, my final day has come The wish
[V. Sbriglione ? V. Verderosa] There was a time to the end There'll be a time to begin Visions of past have appeared She lives again in my feels Many
[V. Sbriglione ? V. Verderosa] She lives in a castle in the frozenland In the reign of the ice, where I lost my mind She's waiting in the silence for
[V. Sbriglione ? V. Verderosa] Winds of change blowing now on my identity They can't sweep away my dreams One life to live , one way to walk , inside
lost at all Countess of light shall take my soul On my way (from the past 'til the day I will die) you'll be a sweet sound All my life (when the moon
[V. Sbriglione ? V. Verderosa] All around the known lands I see People living in blasphemy Doing obscenity laying in sodomy I must purge now, this heresy
[V. Sbriglione ? V. Verderosa] Something in my mind seems to change darkness now wraps a piece of my heart Oh... Devotion the mania for fame brought
these sounds And ooh, aah, that's what I hear in these That's what I hear in these sounds, sounds That's what I hear in these That's what I hear in these sounds, sounds
Check it, check it, check it out Got clout and you know that Large in the margin My drama unfolds behind closed doors Told on the down low, I believe
, its plucked out eyes And Rotten mouth, wears a frown Its kingdom, a whispering wind Mild breeze on the brow of the dead 'Tis the sound of the tempest
been the liquor talkin', I'm beggin' the cups, "C'mon" Might come off as irregular, I come in custom form T-G-I-F, GT breeze, my hustler's poem My sound
all you can be', now, don't that sound like some dumb shit When you dogged with crude oil as black as my nigga boo It's really a Desert Storm, that's
be, where would I be without grace How can you love me still when Ia??ve done wrong (grace) And how can I make it through this angry storm (oh grace)
padlock and chain Some said that Buck went bust But when I came out, I left 'em all in the dust Look at your sound scam, original brown man Makin' million
