Felt someone calling me into the howling of the wind.
I heard the reflection of a sound echoing through my skin ...
And a distant drum rumbling under ground gently guides me on ...
Through my wild heart ...
Whispering to me the Sisters Of Avalon...
Sisters Of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon...
She is awakening in dark swells and mystery.
Unbridled night mares powerful and running free.
You could still hear her cries reverberating through the trees...
For the trampled flowers, the daughters of Eve, the Sisters of Avalon...
Sisters Of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon...
They brought her in in a new white dress...
But the stain left an ache on her mother's breast...
Now all that's left are the ghostly steps from a distant corridor...
And a distant drum rumbling under ground gently guides me on ...
Through my wild heart ...
Whispering to me the Sisters Of Avalon...
Sisters Of Avalon...
Come on sisters... Come on sister...You must retreat into mysticism
to find an origination.
Locate the base enclave,
Surmount all obstacles.
Heinz is guilty,
He says "Look, I let the shot go by accident. I'm a black belt."
His face is full of ex ex ex ex-cruelty. Guilt.
Blue-eyed. A caring sharing man.
Embarrass them into extinction.
Must he retreat into mysticism,
Or locate the base and climb?
Surmount all obstacles.
Progress.
It must have taken [...]
Hours and hours, that
What an interesting article
Das Judy und das Judy
Are the cobwebs on your kitchen cuticles
Heinz is guilty
on the borders of your imagination.