fear But no border, no boundaries could ever hold us here How can the rain keep from washing all your words away? All the king's horses and all the king's
Vertimas: Triumfas. Visus karaliaus Arkliai.
the Pictish throne. "My father's the king!" cries this tyrant, aimed for bloodshed. Three flags will fly between the Esk and Dee rivers. "The triumph's my king
Make a dark horse rush like enough's enough It must'a struck a nerve so they huff and puff Till all the king's men fluster and clusterfuck And it's a
CLARA] All the time we lost... [GIORGIO] I didn't know what love was. [CLARA] I've never known what love was. [GIORGIO] But now -- [CLARA] And now -- [BOTH] -- I do. It's
father's the king!" cries this tyrant, aimed for bloodshed. Three flags will fly between the Esk and Dee rivers. "The triumph's my king!" screams this
make a dark horse rush like, "Enough's enough! " It must've... struck a nerve so they huff and puff Till all the king's men fluster and clusterfuck And
's fate Raymond's troops held back 'till it was too late Heavily bleeding, barely alive The final few brought the news of their king's demise Skulls
