fog-swathed vales of Hyperborea... THE KING'S DREAM: By the onyx sceptre of my forefathers, the air is churning with auguries of dethronement... Impending dread
hides within the fog-swathed vales of Hyperborea... [The King's Dream:] By the onyx sceptre of my forefathers, the air is churning with auguries of dethronement... Impending dread
enlightenment hides within the fog-swathed vales of Hyperborea... The King's Dream: By the onyx sceptre of my forefathers, the air is churning with auguries of dethronement... Impending dread
you sometime Though our paths will never intertwine again I hope you notice I'm no hare and you're no tortoise And I'm touched by the same sad feeling of dread
the tears Made the spring flow... The blood blended with the tears Gave an unforgettable spectacle Emphasized the sadness of the scene Frightened even death... Dreadful damage Dreadful
of course got the start, Lay on, captain Bunker, I'm hell for to dart. Now bend to your oars, boys, and make your boat fly But one thing we dread of,
crooked soul Hanged himself on rock 'n' roll The mob sang as the pitchforks rang And the torch flames swang up to light the way ahead He fled in the darkness and dread
your face. We landed on the = shore today, no enemy in sight, we are strong and confident that our = training is complete, we set up camp and cleaned our guns and sang
heart that keeps my feet warm But a cold head when it's code red in the streetzone Stockholm, a modern day city symphony The dying Mother Nature once sang
Rooters gave the other team a dreadful fright Boston's tenth man could not be wrong Up from Third Base to Huntington They sang another victory song
She sang like a nightingale Like a mother to a child She shone like dew on a meadow In the merest light of dawn In a time of need and whispers A whole
la dwoit [Les jeunes exercent la politique de droite] NOB con tout neg pote dread tchok les abus. [et NOB comme tout neg' qui porte des dreads frappe
i spark the line stay trivia blow you to oblivia to give me, a semi auto with led keep a rap in my head like ruboys keep a lock full of dreads twist
side Children all were there Feeling joy in side And then the champions reign They prayed, I sang In their mouths they tipped a little wine and dread
Okay, here we go [Andre 3000 - singing] Yeah I'm afraid, like I'm scared as a dog But I've got a new song, and I want y'all to sang alooooooong Sang
eight gods would cut the dead in pieces on ensanguined blocks, and when they were not thus employed, they sang hymns to their master - the dread Seker
you dread will received my soul In its last residence. La mort, ultime delivrance Va briser les chaines qui liaient mon ame A ce spectre du passe Que le sang