The pilgrim is looking for a hidden place When he's hungry and thirsty When he longs to wash dust from his legs He wanders to mountains' foot Day
I'm a pilgrim like you, I was only passin? through You'll never know my name, you'll never walk in my shoes I've been no use to my friends, I've been
Van subiendo los mozos con los corderos al hombro sube la gente contenta a la fiesta del patrono Sube la nina que estrena zapatos, novio y un bolso y
A pilgrim at the gray of dawn Leaving in the mist of morning On his journey of goodness Heaven sent, God blessed Pilgrim laughing at the world Spreading
Take a turn, take a turn Take our fortune, take our fortune They called the clip a two-headed cow Your hate clipped and distant, your luck, pilgrimage
Wanderer In The Night Eyes Burning Mystical Fire Creature In The Shadows The Hunter In The Dark Burning, Fire Of The Eyes Fire Directly From Inferno
Woke up in the morning in a temple Kinda lucky on my feet for it was central So I walk across the village, saw a group of kids pillage And I thought to
The keys to death and Hell The ailing kingdom doomed to fail The bonds of sin and heart will break The pilgrims' course will take Quelling the Devil'
The septer song harkens dominion to sew the champion The mantle of the sword bearer becomes the hummer harp of elation Foes from the northren nook and
You said you could You would, you should And nothing could be this good again Nothing could beat this Nothing, nothing Fracture and break Falling from
============== (lyrics: E. Holopainen) (music: T. Koivusaari) In his eyes The evil spirit rise Turns to darkness with Satan's name "As the
In his eyes The evil spirit rise Turns to darkness with Satan's name "As the time is right Dead bodies rise up from their graves And when the time comes
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From the womb, to the tomb An eternal struggle for the holy truth We are not the first, nor shall we be the last We shall be followed by thousands more
I can speak when I want to And pour my voice 'til it burns Through the core of my own throat I'll speak until the demands gone You should be downstairs
I am a poor wayfaring pilgrim traveling through this world below There is no sickness or no danger in that bright world to which I go I'm going there
I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not not made by hand I got
It was christmas eve, I was standin' in the parking lot Of "fabulous girls, nude - nude - nude" In the car next to me there was a young lady