Daniel de Jongh - τον τελευταίο που ειχαν
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Παίχτε προγκ!
From the mould, the mother womb
That dark and moist, dark and moist shield of olde
To rise up again from the tomb
And, like the fragile sprout in twilight’s gloom
Into the world unfold
Ancestral gold, the line of blood
A web stretched out so long ago, built to last
Flame of morn, upon a face
That jewel of light, that jewel of light crisp and clear
Released into this starlit place
Erected from a secret, silent space
From silence to somewhere
From a heavy sleep all things appear
A web designed so long ago
The footprints of a heathen god
Entwined around this bone-white destined rod
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Ροκενρολρεμούτραααααα!
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Time will pass away
Time will guard our secret
I’ll return again
To fight another day
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Κρίμα που δεν έγινε ποτέ αυτό το live.
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Dumb death metal στα καλύτερά του. Mindless fun και δώστου!
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I’m a grain of sand in the desert land
That i call life
So i furl my flag and i never look back
I go straight to what the future holds
As i flirt with security
There’s nothing left for me
Call your world an asylum
Walk straight to insanity
In the darkest days
It’s like a sensation to me
A stream of light
While the machines are turning
It feels like i’m burning
In a fire that came so suddenly
Eclipsed by nothing else
Away from true or false
There’s a riot in my brain
So nothing will stay the same
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Το διάβασα γρήγορα και το είδα Djorkaeff, τι φτιάξανε οι άτιμοι 
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Τι ναι τούτοι ρε σεις, σκιαχτηκα λιγάκι, ή και πολύ!
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