....went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen.
To return with the wisdom of the kings....
Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.)
Let the fallen hear:
"It never rains around here."
The sand smothered on my chest....
Was music choir...
Νε.
<menumission> otan fas klwtsia sth mapa pou 8a sou meinei a3exasth 8a to prosexeis to stomataki sou kalutera peoroufhxtra
<menumission> eunouxismenh orka
SIR ALEF
απο redplanet.gr
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these walls built to stand come-what-may
lie shattered in the ashes.
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
έλα ρε Βύντρα αλανιά ναούμ!
χαχαχαχαχα
κάνε ψαλίδι θα γίνει ζημιά!
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
ετοιμος για τον Ηρακλη.
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"Τι χτυπαω??"
"Ενα μονο με ελιες. Και ενα μονο με πατατες."