letra de conyers falchion - belly of paris
some old rude song lies under stone
such as the sockburn wyrm calls home
with teeth made black by poison breath
that sent our young men to their death
the wyrm lay sockburn town to waste
it took our children young and strong
it burned our houses to the dirt
and left no livestock, crop or field
and every trembling hand agreed
the sockburn wyvern must be slain
but who around to do the deed?
who has the valour? who will bleed?
for sockburn which, although half-dead
must have a savior in its ranks
until john conyers of the town
went to the church and knelt there down
and pledged the holy ghost his son
he’d see that darksome shade undone
with gleaming falchion in his grip
and tarnished armour on his back
he set out for its savage den
and there to take the wyvern’s head
for every talon, every tooth
there is a blade that cuts the root
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- letra de warming up - mantra
- letra de i am you because you are me because i am you - count trapula
- letra de approved - ivan & the parazol
- letra de hold me now - hillsburn
- letra de fake love - sierra kidd
- letra de powiedz mi - leo ros
- letra de how to make gravox - frenzal rhomb
- letra de leave you - jamverse