Ulver Lyrics
Ulver Lyrics
"A Song Of Liberty Lyrics"
Public Enemy Number One Lyrics
Satan is public enemy number one Wanted dead or alive for all the crimes of this land Killing God's children one by one Casting affliction upon the innocent man But as it were in the beginning So shall it be in the end God's righteous people must rule again So you're bound to be captured in the end For it's e
Satan is public enemy number one Wanted dead or alive for all the crimes of this land Killing God's children one by one Casting affliction upon the innocent man But as it were in the beginning So shall it be in the end God's righteous people must rule again So you're bound to be captured in the end For it's e
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[1.]</i> The eternal female groan'd! It was heard all over the earth.
[2.]</i> Albion's coast is sick silent; the American meadows faint!
[3.]</i> Shadows of prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the rivers
and mutter across the ocean: France, rend down thy dungeon;
[4.]</i> Golden Spain burst the barriers of old Rome;
[5.]</i> Cast thy keys, O Rome, into the deep falling, even to eternity down falling,
[6.]</i> And weep [and bow thy reverend locks.]
[7.]</i> In her trembling hands she took the new born terror, howling;
[8.]</i> On those infinite mountains of light, now barr'd out by the Atlantic sea,<
I Wanna be Free Lyrics
I Wanna be Free By Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart I wanna be free, Like the bluebirds flying by me Like the waves out on the blue sea.
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the new born fire stood before the starry king!I Wanna be Free By Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart I wanna be free, Like the bluebirds flying by me Like the waves out on the blue sea.
[9.]</i> Flag'd with grey brow'd snows and thunderous visages, the jealous wings wav'd over the deep.
[10.]</i> The speary hand burned aloft, unbuckled was the shield;
forth went the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair,
and hurl'd the new born wonder thro' the starry night.
[11.]</i> The fire, the fire is falling!
[12.]</i> Look up! Look up! O citizen of London, enlarge thy countenance:
O Jew. Leave counting gold! Return to thy oil and wine. O African!
Black African! (Go, winged thought, widen his forehead)
[13.]</i> The fiery limbs, the flaming hair, shot like the sinking sun into the
I'm a Fool Lyrics
got nothing to loose this time and I'm bored with the same old lines I never know what to do or what to say to you one look and you'll knock me out you put me on the floor with a ten count I don't wanna make a scene I gotta make you see that I've been waiting for a girl like you and I know there's nothing I could do <
western sea.got nothing to loose this time and I'm bored with the same old lines I never know what to do or what to say to you one look and you'll knock me out you put me on the floor with a ten count I don't wanna make a scene I gotta make you see that I've been waiting for a girl like you and I know there's nothing I could do <
[14.]</i> Wak'd from his eternal sleep, the hoary element roaring fled away;
[15.]</i> Down rush'd, beating his wings in vain, the jealous king; his grey brow'd councellors,
thunderous warriors, curl'd veterans, among helms, and shields,
and chariots, horses, elephants: banners, castles, slings, and rocks.
[16.]</i> Falling, rushing, ruining! Buried in the ruins, on Urthona's dens;
[17.]</i> All night beneath the ruins, then, their sullen flames faded,
emerge round the gloomy king.
[18.]</i> With thunder and fire, leading his starry hosts thro' the waste
wilderness, he promulgates his ten commands, glancing his beamy eyelids
Writhing the waves of heaven the glistening moon on my brow carried to lands of desire from deadly and blackest slumber From savage seas and dangerous lands I wander with no hand to show these deepest dreams from darkest nights the blackened sun torments me holding me killing me The morning dew at my feet have now left me all alone alone
[19.]</i> where the son of fire in his eastern cloud,
while the morning plumes her golden breast,
[20.]</i> spurning the clouds written with curses, stamps the stony law to dust,
loosing the eternal horses from the dens of night, crying: empire is no more!
And now the lion & wolf shall cease.
Let the priests of the raven of dawn, no longer
in deadly black with hoarse note curse the sons of joy.
Nor his accepted brethren, whom, tyrant,
he calls free: lay the bound or build the roof.
Nor pale religious letchery call the virginity that wishes but acts not!
For every thing that lives is holy