Тексты песен Battlelore

Weakest of moments are these The choking hold of insanity Loses it's grip and cuts me so deep With the knife of clear memories Of that innocent past which didn't last Oh, no! No! The precious of mine

Trollshaws Short way to the East Trollshaws The land of the beast You may hide on the hills Lurk into the woods We have already smelt your thrills You can pray, you can run For us it's more fun, we wi