you can see, only one human shape, a person that suddenly interrupts silent peace of this night, screaming: forgive me, father! from this day my name is folkien
I was here your, your land was mine standing in the gate of nothingness I was singing hymn of glory I am the cult I am mitology o folkien !!!
You never close your eyes Anymore when I kiss your lips There's no tenderness Like before in you fingertips You're trying hard not to show it, But baby
The Mist Covered Mountains Chorus: Am G Oh ro soon shall I see them; Oh he ro see them oh see them. C G C G
ترجمة: السلكية. وهنا لجميع الناس فقدت.
: You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips You're trying hard not to show it
You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips You're trying hard not to show it baby
