Besedila:
Goresleeps And The Voice From Legend Will Proclaim

Drowsy silence and only sorrowful Wind, singing its songs... just the rustling of sand, its quiet whisper Low voice of old the Past. Half-demolished and

Amid of the guests was the finest maid. With the sparkling eyes and light flush on her face. The princess-dream from concealed Dreamland And spellbound

it, don't hear. Once upon a time there lived King, who was a true madcap He would often be so clowned All the neighbours almost split Their spides with laughter. And