Paroles de Alfonso

Called into the art of faking life It swirls on and on like fire (unresolved) The seven seas have hold the arms of old Time will cease the hope. Of vagueness in dispose Day each day. So beautiful We'll remember her. I rest a**ure you so ooohhh Forsake. The hour of my death I can't even relent the sin and vanity that you The smell of empathy that you resent (as if you own the land) Heard about the virgin says Out of blue Comes the red Flee the king in comes the queen (of lone) Suck you dry for (all your frown). I'll just laugh at your forlorn Dare you take me on beyond the home I'll devour the sun. From your youthful babylon ooohhh Take your vest updn the myre Grace the core. Relief the realm Honor me in your descend, bless the pyre in old world scent Oh. The calling of your time will be fair (But the dream won't me today) Oh, the calling of your time will be fair (But the dream won't come today. My King)