Dawn Of Renaissance. . Slowly transforming. The Historys purpose. The dawn of Renaissance derives. Its ultimate power to proceed. The souls are conditioned.
(The fighting and finally befriending of the mythical but very real dragon. Moroth. Ending in the showing by Moroth to Braveheart the power of the. Shield of Darkness and the foretelling of his coming to rule Savageland).
I stand alone in my tower in the sky. With my creations always at my side. The many-headed, deformities of limb. I watch them dreaming of a life I cannot give.
So what, if he's different?. . Don't - you're not the one to tell me how. The way I look at people now. He is a brother of the skin. And this is how we will begin.
(The gathering of Braveheart's forces against the Duke's dark legions...). . As the north wind howled. And the thunder broke, Braveheart. Stands proudly before his troops.
I am the keeper, soul, heart stealer. I'll put a spell, a spell on you - voodoo. Dog's dinner, such a winner. I'll steal your life away. Black eyes, gambling your life.
One day the Prince will come. And light the night. He will rule over us. And restore our sight. Nothing of evil remains. Blinded by his light. . How long have we been waited.
Quiero estar junto a ti. Jugar junto a ti. Tener libertad y emocion de querer. Hagamos de cuenta. Que un sueño se inventa. Y sólo un niño lo puede enteder.
Era uma vez dois peixinhos bonitinhos. Que adoravam passear com a mamãe. Os dois juntos adoravam nadar. E nadavam nadavam nadavam no mar. . Bum bum txutxu nadavam pra frente.
Bom estar com você. Brincar com você. Deixar correr solto o que a gente quiser. Em qualquer faz de conta. A gente a pronta. É bom ser moleque enquanto puder.
São dez degraus para subir. Até a minha casa. E todo dia é assim. Eu conto e não erro nada. . Eu conto. Um dois três quatro cinco seis. Sete oito nove e dez.
I can't believe I can't get over my fear. They're gonna send me over the hill. Ah, the moment of truth is near. They're gonna send me over the hill. .
He is walking in dreams. Not knowing reality's name. Still - is not real the fantasy. When believed in?. . Through the shadows of what some call life.
Black waves like thunderous towers in over me fall. Dark pools open to swallow all. Greedy claws of decadence grasp at every limb. A mirror of marred, grinning faces.
Alone, a misplaced thought I swore. For nothing, nothing evermore. The more I looked, the less I found I saw. My darkness, my darkness has no door. . To take, strength from one so weak.
I see you call your little games, change the rules and change the blame. . But nothing ever stays the same, the more you live the more things change..
drifting response, slow reaction. conscious and comatose. sleepwalking through every event. injecting maximum dose. transparent sickness. visible rivers.
My mind's remains come to life again. While ny sould awakes from my sence's Night. But at once another dark's spreading around.... To feel if I were a dead...in Hell....