armor, hit higher than migraines Nobody's sorry on what the state of the art be Clear the runway, I spread Wings like Paul McCartney You're now on static
Horripilation braying o'er carious herds Vexing nightmares And their weak prayers To a no one there To hinder Her decree To weed the world of their
] [j) One in the Crowd] [Gary Wehrkamp:] With all their words and voices shouting You leave it behind 'Cus you're aware And Now surround me Leading the Light [Spoken:] Dark
HEROES RAISED THEIR SWORD FOR THE SAKE OF THE WORLD ERIAS, THARIN, ARDUN, MORLA Mighty Earthquake, invincible thunder Now unleash your utmost power Lift the wings, the wings
the texts, figures or details that they found incongruous with their ways. Budge believed that it was tolerably certain that their version is much shorter than
Our time is a river, theirs the glassy sea. They drift, as we do, in this garden so swank, so grandly indiscriminate. Frail wings, fingers too fragile. Their
you raise are rarer still For in their eyes, as in the depths of thine, Such soft and thrilling mysteries fulfill The darkest corners of their heart?s design Their
RAISED THEIR SWORD FOR THE SAKE OF THE WORLD ERIAS, THARIN, ARDUN, MORLA Mighty Earthquake, invincible thunder Now unleash your utmost power Lift the wings, the wings
time is a river, theirs the glassy sea. They drift, as we do, in this garden so swank, so grandly indiscriminate. Frail wings, fingers too fragile. Their
em, until they get to hit the target I mark it on the bullseye, of flies and the buffalo wing in the sky My architectnique sparks the dark streets of
personal regiment of the feared general Baalthus Vane. True to their martial reputation, the six thousand strong Legion were inscrutable in their jet black armour, their
, hit higher than migraines Nobody's sorry on what the state of the art be Clear the runway, I spread Wings like Paul McCartney You're now on static,
dog and you just the man next to the man like Christ Swappin' advice over a game a-dice I'll live a high life Higher than the highest mountain, deeper than
Open ya wings, the soul of a King Song of a Queen, dawned with the wings Bow and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im From all this badness, greet