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Наше оружие - неожиданность! Неожиданность и страх, страх и неожиданность - это два наших оружия! Плюс безжалостность - три наших оружия: страх, неожиданность и безжалостность! И ещё фанатичная преданность Папе - четвёртое! Наше оружие включает в себя... наше оружие включает в себя... страх, неожиданность... я сейчас!
I know you suffered
But I don't want you to hide
It's cold and loveless
I won't let you be denied
Soothe me
I'll make you feel pure
Trust me
You can be sure
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart
You trick your lovers
That you're wicked and divine
You may be a sinner
But your innocence is mine
Please me
Show me how it's done
Tease me
You are the one
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart
Please me
Show me how it's done
Trust me
You are the one
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
To sell my soul
The art of suicide
Nightgowns and hair
Curls flying every which where
The pain too pure to hide
Bridges of sighs
Meant to conceal lover’s lies
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy
To contemplate why
Why…
Why life a life
That’s painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That’s tainted with trouble
And lees that it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why life a life
Why life a life…
The art of suicide
Pretty and clean
Convey’s a theatrical scene
“Alas? I’m gone!” she cried
Ankles displayed
Melodramatically laid
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy
To contemplate why
Why…
Why life a life
That’s painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That’s tainted with trouble
And lees that it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why life a life
Why life a life…
Why life a life
That’s painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That’s tainted with trouble
And lees that it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why life a life
Why life a life
Why life a life
Why life a life…
Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
With a second ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there’s story
That ought to be heard
Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
With a second ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there’s a lesson
That really ought to be learned
The world is full of poets
We don’t need anymore
The world is full of singers
We don’t need anymore
The world is full of lovers
We don’t need anymore…

Когда я умер, небыло никого, кто бы это опроверг
клан "Vampires"
P.S. ...но против креста Я не пойду никогда...
