Infernal - From London to Berlin
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From London to Berlin,
And every game that endland win,
Were guna win the world cup,
Win the world cup,
Cos when were thinking of ru,
And all the things he can do,
Were guna win the world cup,
You ve got us cheering for you,
From London to Berlin,
And every game that endland win,
Were guna win the world cup,
Win the world cup,
Cos when were thinking of ru,
And all the things he can do,
Were guna win the world cup,
Football is a game and England is its name,
Were hoping that we win it cause were going insane,
Its now a long time ago,
Hursty scored them three goals,
Hungry for the trophy and you no that we love you,
From London to berlin,
And every game that endland win,
Were guna win the world cup,
Win the world cup,
Cos when were thinking of ru,
And all the things he can do,
Were guna win the world cup,
You?ve got us cheering for you,
You?ve got us cheering for you,
Winning is the thing and now were scoring every goal,
But suporting you is something that weve all gota do,
Were always thinking of you,
Oh and Gerard and ru,
Reo, vex and lampard oh and john terry too,
From London to berlin,
And every game that endland win,
Were guna win the world cup,
Win the world cup,
Cos when were thinking of ru,
And all the things he can do,
Were guna win the world cup,
You?ve got us cheering for you,
You?ve got us cheering for you, Inne utwory
A study in blood and darkness Ritual humiliation Plains of desolation Cities of horror Bloody rain Secret code Morbid dream Before my turn agonizing Rise charge, obliterate The endless well of torment Absent light Fairytale Eternal battle Reaping lives Smash thy enemy Whenever You Need Me Die (Slow, painful death) Like men bleed Keen on disco Losowe utwory
I saw her there fade from afar
Her hair was gray charcoal
Takes a drag from her ta
I kissed her a smile
But her blood red shot eye
Said the son never shines on closed doors
It s been eight long years since I saw
The woman who s...
For whom the gun tolls
For whom the prey weeps
Bow before a war
Call it religion
Some wounds never heal
Some tears never will
Dry for the unkind
Cry for mankind
Even the dead cry
-Their only comfort...
(You got a quarter for your phone?)
I m jaded, and you re beautiful
I m deluded, and I m envious of you
You re carin that I m hurtin
But I m laughin cause I m lyin
And...
Dlaczego wciąż gdy mnie widzisz,
Mówisz że pachnę grzechem?
Jestem tylko człowiekiem i popełniam błędy,
Wciąż nie wiem jeszcze droga moja którędy
Rozdarty, załamany, krew kapie z rany,
Przesiąknięte bandaże, mokre firany,
Rozdarty, załamany, zasypiam, wstaję,
Goję rany, i wciąż pijany,
Bo tak świat wydaje się piękniejszy,
[Chorus:]
Get on strike!
When the bastards take you up at the station.
Questions hole into your head.
They wanna name you detailed information.
While they re treating you like shit.
When you got the boot at home, get dressed up.