Take a breath, don?t hold your back against the wall It?s your life, so make some changes till its right Because nothing last forever (were united with
hear what I hear? Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy Do you hear what I hear? A song, a song high above the trees With a voice as big as the the sea With a
mighty swords and fight - A battle to the blood, day by day. A battle to the flesh, day by day. Hit by an enemies sword through the heart, - He lay
Ice, snow, cold, hear me now I am in agony I scream your name I wish to speak with you all lords of the winter Cold, come and freeze the mighty oceans
Coming to touch your soul. Heed to the harmonious song of wise owl. All fear fading away. By hearing the hoarse cry. Take a look as the mighty wind will
To drink a carcass dry is to taste the Sunderban. Mighty one, never forget, never forget why your skin is thick. Die defending that which your heart keeps
walk through the halls of power, My head held high, proud as a king. This once was my temple, A vision that came true, And I had wind beneath my wings. Mighty
pain you feel Your soul vaporizes As your hearts burst We charge without fear Your time has come Your Fimbul winter's arrived A chilling wind of ice Whirls through your heart
for a real cat to cry? I hit the sky like a bullet that's shot at the moon Ride the wind like a wicked witch tipping her broom Keep your eyes on the deck
Humuhumunukunukuapua'a Ryan: A long time ago in a land far away lived the pineapple princess, Tiki. She was sweet as a peach, in a pineapple way, but
A black wind of pain is cleansing the land Crushing the sons of the prophet As tolerance has failed Feel no remorse, feel no regret For our children
a partial collapse of the age old edifice's stone ceiling. Excavation is evidently impossible, lest more of the mighty tomb come crashing down about us
in my hand Sister who for my return sings Shed no more tears for my well I can hear your voice clear now In the wind Heading north after long a journey
Sister who for my return sings Shed no more tears for my well I can hear your voice clear now In the wind Heading north after long a journey We have
The faithful crowd is gathered here Soon they'll appear The high and mighty show up the king Is in doubts "Apart from this beggar here There's no one
heart is on its own I wanna rip it from my chest and throw it away Watch this bassman take me home A low branch Touching the water Feels the currents take A mighty
you hear what I hear Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy, Do you hear what I hear A song, a song, high above the trees With a voice as big as the sea With a
Smooth land a risin' Eastern Idaho plateau White Cloud's on the horizon As up the highway I go To where the mighty Buffalo Starts its journey to the