Cole_N

Άνοιξε χείλι μοι, ̉άνοιξε,
          	γλικά νά τραγουδήσω.
          	̉Άνοιξε τήν καρδιά.
          	Κομήτη κλει̃̃σε
          	τό στόμα στούς ποιητές.
          	Κομήτη κλει̃σε
          	τό στόμα καί φύγε.
          	̉Άνοιξε τά μάτια στνή ̉έλευτερια.
          	
          	-Area-

Cole_N

Άνοιξε χείλι μοι, ̉άνοιξε,
          γλικά νά τραγουδήσω.
          ̉Άνοιξε τήν καρδιά.
          Κομήτη κλει̃̃σε
          τό στόμα στούς ποιητές.
          Κομήτη κλει̃σε
          τό στόμα καί φύγε.
          ̉Άνοιξε τά μάτια στνή ̉έλευτερια.
          
          -Area-

Cole_N

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"This is one of the oldest song that I got, it's about the year that I discovered heartbreak, wich is also the same year that I discovered whisky. Is strange enough that it was in the same month, maybe in the same day, probably a few hours after heartbreak. I hope that all of you get a sweet taste of heartbreaking whisky in your life, it burn like shit at first but actually... It goes down good."
          
          -Astronautalis-

Cole_N

Gen'rals gathered in their masses,
          Just like witches at black masses
          Evil minds that plot destruction,
          Sorcerer of death's construction
          In the fields the bodies burning,
          As the war machine keeps turning
          Death and hatred to mankind,
          Poisoning their brainwashed minds
          Oh Lord yeah
          
          Politicians hide themselves away
          They only started the war
          Why should they go out to fight?
          They leave that role for the poor, yeah
          
          Time will tell on their power minds,
          Making war just for fun
          Treating people just like pawns in chess,
          Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah
          
          Now in darkness world stops turning,
          Ashes where the bodies burning
          No more War Pigs have the power,
          Hand of God has struck the hour
          Day of judgement, God is calling
          On their knees the war pigs crawling,
          Begging mercies for their sins
          Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
          Oh Lord yeah
          
          - Black Sabbath -