Traduction: Assistant. Espoir Morte.
ll live 'til the end of time In the realm of the death-queen Baldur is dead, the god of life Killed, bleeding in the sand Baldur is dead, a poison arrow
'll live 'til the end of time In the realm of the death-queen Baldur is dead, the god of life Killed, bleeding in the sand Baldur is dead, a poison arrow
Got On Masks, We Bout To Toxic Waste Em I Hope They Momma Raised Em 'Cause They Got Bitch Wayz If They don't Pay For Ya, They Get Ya Back Dead Real Talk
on their hands and knees dark is their endless journey so deep the cave of bats but they will go on and on THEY ARE THE LAST HOPE FOR MEN, DRAGONS AND
their world Ready to face the last secret Hidden for 5000 angels' years 5000 years A great and new hope in Elgard was born The one hope that could
their world Ready to face the last secret hidden for 5000 angels' years 5000 years A great and new hope in Elgard was born the one hope that could
' jimmies, we goin all out Lookin for the wizard, creepin through the fog Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's ball They gon be strippin and wigglin ass Hope
extinction When all we want is a hug? ?The loving look in your dripping eyeballs gives me hope Of a most memorable honeymoon Ride a magic carpet to the Wizard
like, why'd you fuck with that nigga? I tell her front, back, side to side Never let a punk ass nigga slide, dawg You get beat dead, that means you dead
picked up the phone the back of her brains blown No screams, no moans Not a mortician, make sure your head gets sewn on Now that you're dead on gone (
all got on masks, we bout to toxic waste 'em I hope they momma raised 'em, cause they got bitch ways If they don't pay for ya, they get ya back dead
' jimmies, we goin' all out Lookin' for the wizard, creepin' through the fog Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's ball They gon' be strippin' and wigglin' ass Hope
fillin' jimmies, we goin all out Lookin for the wizard, creepin through the fog Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's ball They gon be strippin and wigglin ass Hope
icy lake of tragedy, Forged in the fires of revenge, Driven by the winds which compel a man to destiny, Haunted by the whispers of the dead. Blood is
behind the drapes And a wizard there is not Just a white flag blackened by Singing weapons that have led A faith that soon dominions over Desert kingdoms of the dead
