Fem små mere, for det lovede jeg jo. Håber de kan bruges. Men som sagt er jeg jo ikke ligefrem professionel.
In the hills he walk, in the hills he rests, the hills he becomes.
They were together, it felt like forever, but nothing ever lasts.
From birth and to our adulthood, we rise through time, from the fall of eden, to the present time of man.
As one they walk, as one they talk, as one they pray, as one they hunt.
Coming through the skies, to see down, see forever onwards, blessed by the winds, he looks down, and greets the people of the ground, he's the real king.
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