When the time calls me through the storms and fires. I will be there to defeat all the liars. 'cause there's only one warrior who can face the Hell and its lord.
He won't ride in cars anymore. It reminds him of blow jobs that he's a queer. And his hair stuck to the roof over the wheel. Like a pigeon on a tire goes around.
Horns raised and filled with the finest of mead. Valhalla's warriors battle succeed. The lodge so enormous, so many in here. Valkyries serve us the best flesh and beer.
[Arter, while dreaming, feels the arrive of Draita and his black troops. The. fate shows him ancient battles where brave warriors defended the reign even by.
Under Norve's starfilled sky. In a forest so deep and wide. Eight hooves are thundering. By the mountains darkest side. In the shadows two grey shapes.
Blow the winds of bloodshed their immortal chilling breeze. Widespread on the lands of Caldbec Hill. Taking off my head this helmet that's what now I see.
Two step behind the rest. One fingertip too long. A hole, a hole in the box they carry. Pours sugar in the road. . Pour dimes in diamond, Jim. Two months to fill him in.
A burning arrow flew towards the sky. To symbolize the fierce ones. To manifest their pride. Torches glows and axemen sings their rhyme. Eternal damnation for bastard souls.
Riding to Hastings, Treading the stone. Wretched of forces for the last war. Harold arrived in time. To stop the enemy's ride. . Near to defeat, he should collide.
Duces instruxerunt copias in acie. Impetus et timor mentis militium perturbaverunt. . Among the lines of the arrayments. They could feel a strange call of death.
I'm proud to see you here. I can't relieve, believe. The pressure in my head. . It's a game of chance. I whisper in your ear. Fall apart along the way.
Lose your way and we can stay out all night. Lose your keys and we can't go home. In a little time, in a little gin. We can touch hands again. Lose your head, lose your warhead.
MAGNA TOTIUS EXERCITUS PERTURBATIO FACTA EST (2 v). CUM SAGITTA NECAVIT REGEM. TERROR ET MORA CRUCIAVERUNT MILITES. The rout resounded around the hill.
Crowned in January of 1066 (ten sixty six). Harold was set as king. Formidable warrior, a braveheart he is. William from Normandy. . Now the times are ripe for war.
A leather black living in my building. He was on my welcome. He used to say positively, he was negative, well. But then he'd read his book with his back to me.
[Fate:]. When these lands are ready. To be free and green. Men will find the joy. The joy of living with their hearts. . Born to be free, born to be tamed.
Well, you just wait. We're lost again. Great, oh, just great. We're lost again. . Get your mouth out of the gutter. Get your butt back to the sand. If it gets any hotter.
forever we can make it!. forever we can make it!. . Koisuru otome-tachi no shisen tobikau [it's so cute!]. SHAI da shi se mo hikui kare ni watashi-tachi muchuu.
When the sun will stop to shine over the magical land of Dury. Freedom and joy will disappear an age of darkness behind the fog. All around silence and death, life in these lands will be no more.