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Lonely Kings Words Like Swords

Oversættelse: Ensomme Kings. Ord som sværd.

the block crumb snatchin Blowin backs in Cold-Blooded nine assassins, time for action, Johnny Unidas Handle that like arthritis Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas *swords

, waiting I thought to myself, for whom or for what are they waiting? Suddenly a gust of wind come up from the north There appeared a lone rider, holding a sword

the block crumb snatchin Blowin backs in cold Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny Unidas Handle that like arthritis Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas [*swords

return The crimson king will draw the sword From the stone for eternity And then the gods will return And bridges will burn Dark path for the lost and lonely

myself, for whom or for what are they waiting ? Suddenly a gust of wind came up from the north. There appeared a lone rider, holding a sword of steel.

block crumb snatchin Blowin backs in cold Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny Unidas Handle that like arthritis Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas [*swords

myself, for whom or for what are they waiting ? Suddenly a gust of wind came up from the north. There appeared a lone rider, holding a sword of steel.

block crumb snatchin Blowin backs in cold Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny Unidas Handle that like arthritis Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas [*swords