A sore red
Raw red weal
Blood red
Spread across the sky
Stain pouring sadness
Into wide open eyes »
Unstill Life
Psychometry
by Anne Clark
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Twit me, I am thy tyke;
Meekness for thee aught.
Yerk me to weal daut',
Sweven nor Muse
Wad taw me to this ruddy hue
Wark aptly my drear, »
Virago [*]
Aegis [Bonus Tracks]
by Theatre of Tragedy
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The cross supports your body
Your skin is covered with weals
You reel beneath my caressing
When it hurts you
You feel alive
Fall baby fall »
Devotion
The Hard Years: Das Live Album
by Umbra et Imago
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must go
Amid joy and weal and woe
Till we make our Isle a nation free and grand
Chorus. »
God Save Ireland
Live Alive-Oh
by Wolfe Tones
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abrased purple and raw
Pustular, vulgar pimples and sores
The juice is squeezed
Sebum bleeds
Lick the pox
Weals and warts
Festering face
Decrepit »
Swarming Vulgar Mass of Infected Virulency
Symphonies of Sickness [Japan Bonus Tracks]
by Carcass
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must go
Amid joy and weal and woe
Till we make our Isle a nation free and grand »
God Save Ireland
Rifles of the I.R.A.
by Wolfe Tones
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will never close the weal
The mean of vision built a dream
Which the blind men stole away
Ah that night they wounded old Ireland
And she's bleeding »
They Wounded Old Ireland
By the Hush
by Andy M. Stewart
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quench'd the hearth;
Thou giv'st to misery all thou hast: the cold -
With weal embrac'd the sprounting landscape
Like a star of heaven in the broad daylight »
Mire
Theatre of Tragedy
by Theatre of Tragedy
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bow to me, from death they shall ascend
To whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men
The principle black metal masterplan
[RALLYING WAR »
Haunted Shores
Dusk and Her Embrace
by Cradle of Filth
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of the world
Belong to us
The sacrilege of love
And sacrificial love
Weals are wandering on your skin
You are wielding my sword
This is the greatest »
Whisper
Revelations
by Vader
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with!;
I bethink dotingly only thy weal -
Forgive me for deeming thee direfully -
Therein abdiding with thee
Yet I was a trifle daunt'd.
Is for me »
Cheerful Dirge
Theatre of Tragedy
by Theatre of Tragedy
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so close to wrecking all our lives,
And now it's all just song lines
Time heals,
Time heals
Oh, but I still bear the weals
Thinking back, it »
Time Heals
Over
by Peter Hammill
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not disguise
The weals and bruises on his legs - the rings around his eyes.
He only needed a family to help him to shine
All he has is a ticket to ride »
A Dog in the Manger
Prince of the Poverty Line
by Skyclad
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