traits Les elfes de Green Elven De leurs plumes au reflet d'argent Naissent les etres d'autre temps Les langues perdues des chevaux blancs Les elfes
J'ai rencontre un troll, il marchait dans la foret {x2} Il trainait derriere lui un elfe tout empaquete {x2} {Refrain: x2} Ha qu'il est fort Ha qu'il
"Kleine lA¤stige Biester", dachte ich. Umschwirrten mich, um ihre eitrigen Stacheln in meinem Fleisch zu versenken und einen Teil meiner Lebenskraft zu
Traduction: John Lang. Troll Farceur Et Elfe Farci.
Traduction: Stillste Stund. Un elfe de chanson moqueuse.
leurs traits Les elfes de Green Elven De leurs plumes au reflet d'argent Naissent les etres d'autre temps Les langues perdues des chevaux blancs Les elfes
Receive a slicky effort, avoid mental disaster pollute attempt to trape a breed authority so long, Mr. Turtle shrimp threatened by all the advance port
Light seems fair and proud First borns noble crowd Open hearts uncorrupted Maintain eternal tranquillity Beast, filthy kind Sick soul, broken mind Light
Light fails at dawn, the moon is gone And deadly the blood rains Suddenly I found myself in this lands Horror and madness art seen here The one became
Umm, fuck This is the story of a girl named Ann She's half-Japanese, mom's from Japan She's sixteen but she's going on thirty Her mind is pure but her
To the wind I will sing the tale of the king That reigned in peace and love Of the one of the man who crossed the path Of the ancient forest of elves
The wide green and windy valley's wood, the high dark ice veiled mountain With the silent mystic castle walls are now showing their lament The sad magic
From I shore I have known for long I heard enchanting songs Meadow was dancing By the flute and the harp The water was silent and so calm I walked to
(Sie kommen dich ich an sie zu binden!) Ich blute, aber es hindert mich nicht daran, meinen KA¶rper mit krA¤ftigen StA¶A?en weiter durch das GeA¤st zu
Wozu brauche ich Ohren, kann ich doch ohne sie eure Stimmen hA¶ren. Wozu brauche ich einen Mund, kann ich doch ohne ihn zu euch sprechen. Wozu brauche
Lyrics by Grutle 1993/96 Bring forth your sacrifice The winter can last for long Show them honor Servants of Frey Let the blood flow On his pride Until
When will the good Scotch return? In all its scarred, splendor, When will the price of Scotch come down? Here's him in nearly '85 Hanging around with