"The next round"
When power grows weak
And darkness grows stronger
When days are without light
And nights grow ever longer
In the cold wake of darkness
Where this lurking evil dwells
Chaos hits from above
Like a rain of magic spells
Paralyzed by fear
Showing no emotion
But recovering within
By the hands of love potion
For your love will carry me
Through the darkest of the night
It will return me my powers
For the next round to fight
·24-04-2003·
sleepless: | Zondag, april 27, 2003 14:09 |
Haha, zo zie je maar, liefde overwint alles :-) Knap geschreven! Groeten. |
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Cartooneken: | Donderdag, april 24, 2003 22:44 |
Bijt maar als je serum nodig hebt ;-) Kus ikke |
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Auteur: Robski | ||
Gecontroleerd door: klitty | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 24 april 2003 | ||
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