L is for the way you look at me O is for the only one I see V is very, very extraordinary E is even more than anyone that you adore can Love is
luck hold? Long he stared at the fearsome dead king, then he reached up for a golden ring With flaring eye-sockets the king grabbed his hand and spoke
Here I am Rhamzezh, son of Sethur King of the crystal empire
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Übersetzung: Freedom Call. The King Of The Crystal Empire.
would his luck hold? Long he stared at the fearsome dead king, then he reached up for a golden ring With flaring eye-sockets the king grabbed his hand
stars Jupiter and Mars Fly me to a star Burning out in space shining on my face Fly me through the night on your Silver Wings Over crystal seas Valleys of the Kings
: we come from a place on the planet where crystal create subatomic sound the mother lode is raw with the rhythym, rhythym quantum music goes up and
daily, for comin out they face like Israelis It's so blissful, listenin to the official There's no issue, the flow could melt a snow crystal I bring the
: I can hound you if I need to Sip your brandy from a crystal shoe In the corner, in the corner While the others climb reaching dizzy heights The world
And when it rains the rain falls down Washing out the cattle town And she's far away somewhere in her eiderdown And she dreams of crystal streams Of days
the bitch that even live with you (hoe) Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable Cause she wanna dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do But Crystal
her feet in the shallow waves A mist descended, kissed her and fled And all that's before been just and fair Shattered in a rain of crystal shards Each
where we gonna go? I know a few spots down in old Soho We could go KoKo or Commercial Rd Or reach to Kings Cross, look I don?t give a toss It?s just
: (feat. Kollegah) [Hook] warum die nutten mir am sack hangen? kann ich dir sagen, dog ich bin der king und feier mich, ich mach was ich will warum
knight full of charm and pride who loved music and games. He was supposed to ask for the hand of Isolde in the name of his uncle, King Marke. But love
: Everyone here's in trouble Man with the megaphone It's smoke and mirrors And crystal balls And red alerts all because The king who hides behind the
coal crystalize The clouds and skylines materialize Wings spread take flights over northern lights Wolves howl over blood-red moonlit nights We're Kings
