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1990 |
1. | The Arrival And The Reunion |
2. | Saltarello |
3. | Mephisto |
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6. | As The Bell Rings The Maypole Spins |
7. | The End Of Words |
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9. | Wilderness |
10. | The Promised Womb |
11. | The Garden Of Zephirus |
12. | Radharc |
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The Arrival And The Reunion |
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Al jorn del judici
Parrá qui haurá fet servici
Un rei vendrá perpetual
Vestit de nostra carn mortal
Del cel vindrá tot certament
Per fer del segle jutjament
Ans que el judici no será
Un gran senyal se mostrará
Lo sol perdrá lo resplendor
La terra tremirá de por
Aprés se badará molt fort
Amostrant-se de greu conhort
Mostrar-se han ab crits i trons
Les infernals confusions
Del cel gran foc davallará
Com a sofre molt pudirá
La terra cremará ab furor
LyricsLa gent haurá molt gran terror
Aprés será un fort senyal
D'un terratrémol general
Les pedres per mig se rompran
I les muntanyes se fondran
Llavors ningù tindrá talent
D'or, riqueses ni argent
Esperant tots quina será
La senténcia que es dará
De morir seran tots sos talents
Esclafir-los han totes les dents
No hi haurá home que no plor
Tot lo mo'n será en tristor
Los puigs i plans seran iguals
Alli seran los bons i mals
Reis, ducs, comtes i barons
Que de llurs fets retran raons
Aprés vindrá terriblement
Lo fill de de'u omnipotent
De morts i vius judicará
Qui be' haurá fet alli es parrá
Los infants qui nats no seran
Dintre ses mares cridaran
I diran tots plorosament
"Ajuda'ns, de'u omnipotent"
Mare de de'u, pregau per no's.
Puix so'u mare de pecadors
Que bona senténcia hajam
I paradis possejam
Vosaltres tots qui escoltau
Devotament a de'u pregau
De cor ab gran devocio'
Que us porte a salvacio
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Fortune presents gifts not according to the book
Fortune presents gifts not according to the book
When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles
What various paths are followed in distributing honours and possesions
She gives awards to some and penitent's cloaks to others
When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles
Sometimes she robs the chief goatherd of his cottage and and goatpen
And to whomever she fancies the lamest goat has born two kids
When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles
Because in a village a poor lad has stolen one egg
He swings in the sun and another gets away with a thousand crimes
When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles
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As The Bell Rings The Maypole Spins |
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Murderer!
Man of fire.
Murderer!
I've seen the eyes of living dead.
It's the same game - survival.
The great mass play a waiting game.
Embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain.
All sense of freedom gone.
Black sun in a white world.
Like having a black sun in a white world.
I have a son,
His name is Eden.
It's his birthright,
Beyond estranged time.
Give me sixty-nine years,
Another season in this hell.
It's all sex and death as far as I can tell.
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Like Prometheus we are bound,
Chained to this rock of a brave new world,
Our godforsaken lot.
And I feel that's all we've ever needed to know,
'Til worlds end and the seas run cold.
Give me sixty-nine years,
Another season in this hell.
There is sex and death
In mother nature's plans.
Like Prometheus we are bound,
Chained to this rock of a brave new world,
Our godforsaken lot
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