De fokeppen, de fokeppen Nalunk ma, mint orszagunk istapja De fokeppen, de fokeppen Nalunk ma, mint orszagunk istapja Mo-o-o-rem Vam, bednenkim, nekuda
lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green) Parsely, sage, rosemary
lay round about Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon that night Though the frost was cruel When a poor man came in sight Gathering winter
all-black surround sound Barricaded so you can't move around now Doin this for my clan that ain't around now Buried six feet deep beneath the ground now
I need is a beat with a continuous loop And a live vibe that'll hypnotize like the flute Along with somethin' that's rugged by nature like the forest
lay round about, deep and crisp and even. Brightly shown the moon that night, though the frost was cruel, when a poor man came in sight, gathering winter
and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine. On the side of a hill in the deep forest green. Tracing of sparrow
do our true will and call it Arcady" Via Nocturna, the path of Nahema Via Nocturna, will lead you to Lilith and to Pan In the deepest forest In the deepest
Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (A hill in the deep forest green) Parsley, sage
am, I live in the forest so deep I earn my living by steeling gold, from the rich couse they can afford Yes deep in the forest my people all live, and
darkness closing in and the conqueror so treacherous stands at his mortal end. The people of the deep woods gathering for attack, for the faith of their
? [Solos: Aydan, Jarpen] In a forgotten place of earth, a noble quest it has begun Another banquet, another song, grace to you o forest deep Gathering
its hand' And when the wind draws strong Across the cypress trees The Nightbirds cease their songs So gathers memories. Last night you spoke of a dream Where forests
lay 'round about Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon that night Though the frost was cruel When a poor man came in sight Gathering winter
what you see in the mirror of your soul The only dream I've ever known Slowly fading away Dark horizons are closing in It's time for the Gathering Follow the forest
of hate. The ruler in the forest, below the red moon, hiding in shadows, under the golden forest crown. Eerily, howling winds [4 times] . In the deep
Throwing sparks at my frozen angel Gathering the words to coax the fire to start Throwing sparks at my frozen angel Words to melt the ice around your
How can I sweep these words into a cluster Put 'em in a pile like feathers on your floor Voyages and sea forests deep blue and rusty Sew 'em in a satchel
