The world is grey, the mountains old
Our people's heats are ashen-cold
No harp is wrung, no silver trumpet calls
The darkness dwells in europe's Halls
Yet we still remember, we few who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees
The truth
The Light
The dreaming golden spires
The Starlight on the western seas
So hier, wer auch immer will
Geändert von Uaargh!? (09. Juni 2011 um 18:37 Uhr)
Everyone thinks of changing the world - but no one thinks of changing themselves.
Na gut, ich schau doch rein. Man will ja nich, dass irgendwas schief geht.
Geändert von Janilein (23. Oktober 2008 um 20:22 Uhr)
The world is grey, the mountains old
Our people's heats are ashen-cold
No harp is wrung, no silver trumpet calls
The darkness dwells in europe's Halls
Yet we still remember, we few who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees
The truth
The Light
The dreaming golden spires
The Starlight on the western seas
Geändert von Uaargh!? (09. Juni 2011 um 18:37 Uhr)
Everyone thinks of changing the world - but no one thinks of changing themselves.
bald wirds spannend hier... die ersten Krieger kommen
The world is grey, the mountains old
Our people's heats are ashen-cold
No harp is wrung, no silver trumpet calls
The darkness dwells in europe's Halls
Yet we still remember, we few who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees
The truth
The Light
The dreaming golden spires
The Starlight on the western seas
Oh das Save ist ja seit einiger Zeit bei mir ich ziehe gleich
Geändert von Uaargh!? (09. Juni 2011 um 18:37 Uhr)
Everyone thinks of changing the world - but no one thinks of changing themselves.
The world is grey, the mountains old
Our people's heats are ashen-cold
No harp is wrung, no silver trumpet calls
The darkness dwells in europe's Halls
Yet we still remember, we few who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees
The truth
The Light
The dreaming golden spires
The Starlight on the western seas
Also mir muss Uaargh ne mail schreiben, sooft schau ich nicht rein. Und die nächsten 2 Runden könnt ihr mich wieder übergehen.
Es ist doch nicht recht viel Aufwand, wenn du manchmal hier rein schaust weil du sowieso nach jeder Runde posten musst.
The world is grey, the mountains old
Our people's heats are ashen-cold
No harp is wrung, no silver trumpet calls
The darkness dwells in europe's Halls
Yet we still remember, we few who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees
The truth
The Light
The dreaming golden spires
The Starlight on the western seas
Everyone thinks of changing the world - but no one thinks of changing themselves.