liberarti domattina E vorrei vederti volare Sui nevai come prima Tu, cosi lontana Seppure ormai Cosi vicina E l'anima se ne va Verso l'eternita Rapsodia
Bice zanimacije Nove demonstracije Evo mi se spremamo Opet da ih lemamo Svakome po utoka Da ih lakse ukoka Stizu iz provincije Odredi policije Nisam se
Oh, I told her once, I told her twice She don't know what I mean Oh, I hate her lipstick eyes Girl with a mandolin It's too late to stop her now The
When you're near the murmuring of the breeze Becomes a symphony, a rhapsody And when I hear you call so softly to me I don't hear a call at all, I hear
And i couldn't love you any more than i do right now and The Furies that i feared were Eumenides to lead me here here i linger and the cadences we hear
One for the pain and two for my name three for my wonderful kingdom Four for my king, five for my queen Six for the fall of my wisdom... Earth's calling
Mighty and brave is the fighter of shade He's prince of the darklands... Dargor his name Adopted by Vankar, old wizard of Helm disciple of evil he twisted
Quae mala venientia metuuntur eadem afficiunt aegritudine instantia
Not so far from the dragonland where the valleys breathe the smell of dark gate Dargor is marching with the poor Airin there where dark has ruled forever
Echoes of terror in this old land I see the result of their quest Skulls of old heroes lie everywhere in this mystical place Dust in their eyes, dust
My princess why must I assist at your death I can't endure this tragic pain now I close your eyes while thunder strikes the sky I cry to see the innocent
Fire of wisdom light the sky let me go no through this dark evil ground A veil of fog now covers all something is happening my heart must be strong KeeYour
Run holy beloved horse on this peaceful day through these valleys kissed by light where peace is so rare So hardy trees let me hear your words about those
I Crossed the valleys the dust of midlands to search for the third key to open the gates Now I'm near the altar the secret inside as legend told my beloved
We're living in our units And one thing we can do is Work for a life without a fate We don't pay any taxes But the state is the axes Of our minds without
[I. Angeli di Pietra Mistica] The prophet told of loud thunders quaking the surface of earth when the black raven would have turned victim of wonderful
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