Motion
su cara me cortaba
no la pude ignorar
herido por sus ojos de metal
todo lo robaste de mi
todo lo robaste de mi
Seis cervezas, cigarro y tos
mi cara idiota me delato
sentàque te burlabas
y perdàel control
todo lo robaste de mi
todo lo robaste de mi
Sus piernas son lenguas que me provocan
mi sangre busca el filo de su boca
el diablo rÃÂe bajo su piel
y se rÃÂe de mi
Tu nombre en sangre en mi habitación
el sexo derramando su perversión
al ritmo de mis golpes
te di mi amor<
From the Frozen Plains
The frost comes, hand in hand with dawn.
It turnes all lakes into mirrows,
reflecting the moon.
Freezing storms of snow,
come let me feel your purity.
Freezing storms of snow,
may you whine herefor eternity.
As I walk throng the frostbitten forests
I get enchanted by the harshness,
alive by the chill and allmighty
by my solitariness.
There is not a more
as far as the eye can see.
Frej, god of seasons!
Let this forever be.
In this desolated land I am everything.
Freezing storms of snow,
come let me feel your purity.
Freezing storms of snow,
may you whine herefor eternity.
Let me be enchanted by the harshness,
alive by the chill and allmighty,
by my solitariness.
In this desolated land I am everything.
(Music: Karl/Weinerhall - Lyrics: Weinerhall)