cry of the fallen souls bleeding Forever journey through the lands of ice and snow Will we face all the fears of the world? The cry of the brave Since
the God, the tear to your cry I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's My place to birth strong, gave me the eye The fatal brave to grave, the ceremonies From
Father and son die for the crown King Arthur, The Britain cry Four fairy queens have taken your soul King Arthur, The Britain cry The holy sings vanishes
of glory Prophets lying and creating gods Proclameting darkness, my master fall Break up point one thunder cry on Forgotten realms move like a dragons
to ride I'd travel my way through the countryside I'd come at last to the dragon's cave And I'd yell, "Mr. Dragon, you'd better behave!" And the dragon
Impaler [M/L: Jevo] Son Of Dragon, Prince of terror, Known as Draculea Ruler Of Wallachia, Vlad The Impaler, you're the law. Godless and brave, From
close to love before Hold on, good things never last Nothing's in the past It always seems to come again Again and again Cry out to legions of the brave
Odin where brave warriors hail a golden fate. 'Till then, I'll rip my enemies asunder. Banished to Hell is the fate for all cowards. On Battlefields Northern dragons
, good things never last Nothing's in the past, it always seems to come again Again and again, again and again and again Cry out to legions of the brave
step in line A vision he did see-eth Freaking rocking all the time He wrote a tasty jam And all the planets did align Oh, the dragon's boards were blazing
De djarva kungarna Halsade med pilskott Ordlost I striden Skoldarnas buller rackte Blood red bows plough the waves Dragon heads grin Twenty ships with Norsemen braves
sea Three Queens bring The new born King. 4th verse Valhallan warriors Ride by his side The Dragon mist Crawls through the night. Avalon's iron gates No longer cry
love before Hold on, good things never last Nothing's in the past, it always seems to come again Again and again and again Cry out to legions of the brave
the place of that watery grave, cry, hey, hold on Together they die both the weak and the brave, cry, hey, hold on The arms of the sea they are dragging
on, good things never last nothing's in the past, it always seems to come again again and again and again Cry out to legions of the brave time again
funny, my nose feels rather runny. Good God this might sound odd but I might cry. Women 2 Oh God they're at the grave now. Man 2 And Joe is acting brave
