the god of fire Burning higher God of fire Into the sky God of fire Burning higher God of fire Into the sky Brother to thor And odin god of war Loki
can say no to the guy Who watch out, who's fucking nuts 'Cause Loki's playing tricks again Loki's playing tricks again Loki's playing tricks again Loki
Don't rekindle the fire that's just turned black, There's something about these coals that's telling you don't look back, They say don't wait, no more
I love every little nick-nack About your eyes, and how it is that you act, So I'm going take this step of chance, in fact, For every little nick-nack
This California sunset, from this Nashville sublet, reminds me of your brunette hair, and all of our pictures from there. Home, i've lost home, but
the chain You're not human« Do you really believe that This should be everything? Do you really believe that? Should this be everything? I found the deepest relief in Charging Loki
end for all eternity Torture and pain, this is Lokis punishment The deadly snake above your head Venom in your veins The ground of Midgard shaken by Your cries of pain Lokis
: Nicht eine Trane aus nur einem Aug' Denn niemals hab ich Balder gebraucht Niemals, weder lebend noch tot Behalte doch Hel, was sie geholt
I see maxi curls (Yeah) Players, activator I see maxi curls (Yeah) Remote control alligators I got skill, you're on my tip, now back off Slack off, let
East is east and west is west And the wrong one I have chose Let's go where they keep on wearin' Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows Rings and
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It's raining on the beach She inches close but out of reach The waves look painted on Seagulls screaming The sea is warship gray It whispers, "Fool"
The birds they make faces at me It's all a big conspiracy They start to sing when I try to sleep It drives me mad, They're calling Under my rock, It never
Let us pretend love for the day The life we live alludes to things away Suppose in youth the soul depraves But now suppose the truth's beyond the grave
Lyrics: Grutle Kjellson 1994 Laughter echoes through the night the Evening Star shines over Midgard Evil mingles in the dark the organized cosmos' enemy
down in the valley of hollow logs two lovers lay in the weeds safe in the net of their sweaty arms safe from the wind in the trees my love, said the
She's catching the wind, the gentlest of breezes It's a sensitive passage she's sailing Through stormy straits Navigates my unfathomable failings She
[All] Somehow the ceiling Seems a little higher From the very moment I see Mabel come in the room And I can swiftly Shed the strain of the years The