Holy Noise From Above - Haida

Yesterday, the living mourn the dead. Today, the dead mourn the living. There is no more sleep There is no more truce There is no more respite March on Toward t

Follow the path of the cross To glory or to loss One cross made of iron One is made of wood One leads to forever now And one would if it could Toward the cross

I am the night that robs you of light The night wind that chills to the bone I am the cold stillness the stars and the harshness The darkness you wander alone I

Dance Wit Me - 스멜스 (Smells)/몬구 (MONGOO) 댄스 홀에 홀로 남아 独自留在舞厅 그녀의 그림자를 찾고 있네 在寻找她的影子 우린 같은 리듬 속에 我们在同样的节拍里