Lyrics:
Here we are at bard's burial
To celebrate our friend's
Last journey to Walhalla
Come my friend, drink this wine
Eat all food and sing all night
Last
the land of armageddish fields
I am the bard of eastern lands...
I lead my brothers for death struggle
In glory of victory my armies rise
Barbarian tribes
rise up and sing
Stand by the crown
Long live the king, glory he'll bring
Shine forevermore
Bard's songs rang through the wind, heartens mortal
palms for the evidence
All my days are long
Counting scars like a veteran
Up until the dawn
From the dawn and I'm settling
Bard in the residence, bars for
Born under red skies, dungeons and darkness
Six bards - one of a kind
Wohoe! (Wohoe) We dance on the witches' night
Music and spirit for the outcast
of stone
A secret that accelerates
The tides of time
Awaken by moonlight
When a bard reminds a tale
A fresh gale defeats my enchanted mind
Farewell to my
to rest: so the sorcerer blessed the camp eith a protection spell. And when the bard begun to sing, peace sank down over the exhausted heroes.]
Far in
And the story has reached the heavens
And my soul returned to me
Great bards have sung my memory
And my story reached thee
Alma, your eyes are
said the warrior bard,
"Tho' all the world betrays thee,
One sword at least thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
"Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard
(Should) "Tho' all the world betrays thee
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard
One faithful harp shall
lo! the days are hast'ning on,
By prophet bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold;
When peace shall over all
for I AM a bard but not the last one
I'm my own king and this is my castle
dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the past
seen a glimpse from ahead
him;
"Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard,
(Should) "Tho' all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful
hours
Come swiftly on the wing
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing!
For lo!, the days are hastening on
By prophet bards foretold
When
lo! the days are hast'ning on,
By prophet bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold;
When peace shall over all
Contentious rambling incantations
Of some senile bard
There's too much goin' on around here
To keep my head from spinning
And this constant acceleration
Blurs
will start 'em simply ravin'
Is the poet people call
The Bard of Stratford on Avon
Brush up your Shakespeare
Start quoting him now
Brush up your
So you walk the dog and you stroll the fog
On a dome sky earth, and lie too hard
Is an English bard, you better hide your tracks
Better watch your
Contentious rambling incantations
Of some senile bard
There's too much goin' on around here
To keep my head from spinning
And this constant acceleration
Blurs
the street
Then we said goodnight to Broadway
Giving it our best regards
Tipped our hats to mister Cohen
Dear old Times Square's favorite bard
Then we
the street
Then we said goodnight to Broadway
Giving it our best regards
Tipped our hats to mister Cohen
Dear old Times Square's favorite bard
Then we
Hearing Ella sing
Hear that bard then that word
Ain't no sound like the one you've heard
Hearing Ella sing
Hear that throat, bend that note
You'll hear
Nobody live, nobody live (nobody live)
'95 Undertaker in the Prada trench (ah)
I'm into plantin' seeds of bard, farmers toss the soil
The type
And his wild harp slung behind him;
"Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard,
(Should) "Tho' all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights
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