is unleashed Wings of scale shall carry the messenger The sickelss of the ancient shall swing Flooding the earth Drowning all existence In the sorrow of a crimson sea
fury is unleashed Wings of scale shall carry the messenger The sickelss of the ancient shall swing Flooding the earth Drowning all existence In the sorrow of a crimson sea
every trace of sorrow, As the fog from off the water, As the mist from off the meadow. With a smile of joy and gladness, With a look of exultation,
hiawatha Gone was every trace of sorrow As the fog from off the water As the mist of the meadow With a smile of joy and gladness With a look of exultation
Hiawatha Gone Was Every Trace Of Sorrow As The Fog From Off The Water As The Mist Of The Meadow With A Smile Of Joy And Gladness With A Look Of Exultation
Was Every Trace Of Sorrow As The Fog From Off The Water As The Mist Of The Meadow With A Smile Of Joy And Gladness With A Look Of Exultation As
Gone Was Every Trace Of Sorrow As The Fog From Off The Water As The Mist Of The Meadow With A Smile Of Joy And Gladness With A Look Of Exultation
