Viva la vida!

FOTO: no cóż był z tym problem. Asialeny but.

Aleksandro Twoje dodam jak tylko mi jakieś dasz. ^^ komsi komsa.

Tak w nagrodę za ten hazard O.o

,,i robi wielką mordę jak Uruk-hai z Dwóch Wież, chodzi mi konkretnie o mordę tego która poprzedziła sygnał wodza do ataku na Helmowy Jar''

by Jakub. o naszym potworze.

nie powiem. trafnie ;ddd.

,,Blondynka to nie kolor włosów''

Pozdrawiam wszystkich obrażonych ,,terrorystów'' ; ).

Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string

Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world