Hey, ho, to the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall and wind may blow But there still be many miles to go Sweet is the sound of the pou...

Hwær cwóm helm? Hwaer cwóm byrne? Hwær cwóm feax flówende? HD Hwær cwóm hand on hearpestrenge? Hwær cwóm scir fýr scinende? Héo dréag ðá losinga Earla ðinga ðe...

Yenillor morne tulinte I quettar tercano nuruva Hlasta, quetis Ilfirimain Out of the black years come the words The herald of death Listen It speaks to those wh...