Cadaveria - Call me
Tekst :
Call on me, oh call up, baby.Call on me, oh call.
Call on me oh call up, darling.
I know who you are.
Come up off your calling chart.
I know where you re coming from.
Call me (call me) on the line.
Call me, call me any anytime.
Call me (call me), I ll arrive.
You can call me any day or night.
Call me!
Cover me with kisses, baby.
Cover me with love.
Roll me in designer sheets.
I ll never get enough.
Emotions come, I don t know why.
Cover of love s alibi.
Call me (call me) on the line.
Call me, call me any anytime.
Call me (call me), I ll arrive.
When you re ready we can share the wine.
Call me.
Ooh, he speaks the languages of love.
Ooh, amore, chiamami (chiamami).
Ooh, appelle-moi, mon cheri (appelle-moi).
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, anyway!
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day!
Call me (call me) my love.
Call me, call me any anytime.
Call me (call me) for a ride.
Call me, call me for some overtime.
Call me (call me) my love.
Call me, call me in a sweet design.
Call me, call me for your lover s lover s alibi.
Call me (call me) I don t mind.
Call me, call me any anytime..
Call me.
Oh, call me, ooh ooh ah.
Call me my love.
Call me, call me any anytime.
Cadaveria - Spell
Tekst :
Beautiful witch give light to this black muddy skySnatch darkness from these hours
devoid of evening and morning
devoid of stars and funereal lightnings.
There is a path with no light and no moon
I ran through it to rescue my flesh
from the poisoned darts.
Modify your mind follow the shapes
from the red seven to the blue one
Mark the sacred space
In the name of wind and sound
Say your solemn prayer to the burning fire
Invoke the grace of water sources and raging oceans
Invite earth s creatures to your dance.
May Rafe lead my soul to victory
He s the master of my turbid game
May his energy bless my hand when I move the pieces
His power protects my secret plan
May his genius hasten the times
His presence secures my triumph.
Enemies minds are frozen in a cloud of impotence
Their projects are sentenced to fail
No acts in the present, no acts in the future.
Now destiny is engraved on eternal memories.
Cosmic energies will spread it in the Universe.
No forces in their bodies No life in their souls.
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
On rich and poor
Old folk remember
And those today learn
How before their time
Life was different here:
Without the sun people lived
Groped about without the moon
With candles sowing was done
Planting performed with torched.
At the time we lived
Without the sunshine
Who had covered up our sun
And who had hidden our moon?
Without the moonlight stumbled
With our fists fumbled the...
And those today learn
How before their time
Life was different here:
Without the sun people lived
Groped about without the moon
With candles sowing was done
Planting performed with torched.
At the time we lived
Without the sunshine
Who had covered up our sun
And who had hidden our moon?
Without the moonlight stumbled
With our fists fumbled the...
Never know
Oh Mother
There s a hole in my side
And comfort is only a need of mine
And I get lonely
At any chance that I might get
Your arms can t hold what s going on inside
And you ll see just...
There s a hole in my side
And comfort is only a need of mine
And I get lonely
At any chance that I might get
Your arms can t hold what s going on inside
And you ll see just...
See me through
Before we met I was free
I never had to worry about anyone but me
Now that boy is gone and in his place
Is a man who needs to hold you night and day
So if I stumble, if I fall
Forgive me I m just learning as I go alone
[Chorus]
See me through, see...
I never had to worry about anyone but me
Now that boy is gone and in his place
Is a man who needs to hold you night and day
So if I stumble, if I fall
Forgive me I m just learning as I go alone
[Chorus]
See me through, see...
Albion
Down in Albion
they?re black and blue
but we don?t talk about that
are you from round here?
how do you do
I?d like to talk about that
talk over
gin in teacups and
leaves on the lawn
violence in bus stops
and pale thin girl with eyes forlorn
they?re black and blue
but we don?t talk about that
are you from round here?
how do you do
I?d like to talk about that
talk over
gin in teacups and
leaves on the lawn
violence in bus stops
and pale thin girl with eyes forlorn
Raised On Whipped Cream
Politicians wasted our money for too long,
And religious leaders are raping our children.
So where are the poets? They re all at their slams,
And where are the leaders? Taken out by the man.
Where is my money? I know I had it somewhere.
Someone picked my pocket, probably...
And religious leaders are raping our children.
So where are the poets? They re all at their slams,
And where are the leaders? Taken out by the man.
Where is my money? I know I had it somewhere.
Someone picked my pocket, probably...