Grave Digger - Heart attack

Tekst :

Shape your eyes and watch them burn
there s always fire round the night
I want to grown into yourself
Wiping out the wise below
watch you change into a star
I want to gaze into a mirror
Shape your eyes and watch them burn
there s always fire round the night
Always fire where you re going to
Heart attack, heart attack
heart attack, heart attack
Watch your eyes and watch them burn
fire s always round with you
I want to grow into your soul
Shape your eyes and watch them burn
there s always fire round the night
I want to crawl into a mirror
Wipeing out the wise below
what you know it s you re alonw
I remember everybody, too
Heart attack x4

Inne utwory

  • Battle of bannockburn
  • The grave digger
  • The reaper
  • World of fools
  • 2000 Lightyears from home
  • Wild and dangerous
  • The grave dancer
  • Baphomet
  • Wanna get close
  • Night drifter
  • Lancelot
  • The secrets of merlin
  • Until the last king died
  • Scythe of time
  • Son of evil
  • Raven
  • Silent revolution
  • William Wallace
  • Losowe utwory

    Make sex

    I don t want to make life, and I don t want to make death,
    I don t want to make love, I just want to...

    I don t want to make life, and I don t want to make death,
    I don t want to...

    Mother goose

    As I did walk by Hampstead Fair
    I came upon Mother Goose -- so I turned her loose --
    she was screaming.
    And a foreign student said to me --
    was it really true there are elephants and lions too
    in Piccadilly Circus?

    Pioneers

    If it can be broke then it can be fixed, if it can be fused then it
    can be split
    It s all under control
    If it can be lost then it can be won, if it can be touched then it
    can be turned

    Halo, halo

    Eee...halo, halo i po co ja tak biegnę?
    Przed tym, co będzie i tak nie ucieknę
    Bo co wtedy jeśli cały ten świat
    W jednej sekundzie by na głowę nam spadł
    Jamal, człowieku

    Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegnę?
    Przed tym, co będzie i tak nie ucieknę
    Bo...

    Bring it on up

    Everybody s praying for the rains to come
    And the snow is gonna fall, down on me
    Lost up in the desert with a gun in my hand
    And the locust gonna come to find me.

    Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon