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e cambia. Qui c'e tutta la citta: la mia. E' primavera, e primavera, amore aspettami che c'e una vita intera. C'e ancora sole a primavera, ti porto sopra

A typichal street Corner ass nigga once a nigga always a nigga now a public figure, but i still serve a muthafucka if i have too cause i slanging them

il a fait comme les autres Lorsqu'il a eu ses reins, ses cotes {Refrain:} Il a jete la pierre... Il a jete la pierre... Il a jete la pierre a la putain

On shadowed roads we run, for secrets London holds New Cross to Camden Town, with metal force we rage In Paradise we clash, you will perish Our ambition

Kill the Orcs, slay the Orcs, destroy the Orcs You returned late home that night Evidence all around you from the flight You see your family's blood

news of war In a fortnight they'll be here, legions of the nameless fear Our king he cannot lead, our king is growing old With a courageous cry, a young

a sense of fatal warning Within the crew there's treachery, a mutiny is brewing The first mate draws his cutlass forth, towards the captain challenging a duel You've sentenced us to a

Awoken by the terror of a thousand wars A vision of the coming invading force With haste he goes to the royal hall The soothsayer alerts the king, the

seep into you mind Cryptic signs holding evil thoughts at bay While your sins, your sins are washed away As fallen angles we will fight Against a kind