„Ja komm gibs mir! Moad Schätchen ich komme zu Dir“
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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 halls„Ja komm gibs mir! Moad Schätchen ich komme zu Dir“
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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 halls