Nocturnal Slaughter Toast*mit
in den Sräd fahr*
Moooin.
Höre ich Gegenstimmen?
Moin.
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The world is grey, the mountains old The forge's fire is ashen and cold No harp is wrung, no hammer falls The darkness dwells in Druin's hallsNocturnal Slaughter Toast*mit
Moooin.
Höre ich Gegenstimmen?
Moin.
--
The world is grey, the mountains old The forge's fire is ashen and cold No harp is wrung, no hammer falls The darkness dwells in Druin's halls