While on the borders of nothingness
In concert, howl in the middle
Swarms of so-called hunchbacks
Let us drink to the Moors and the recumbents
In the distance the death rattle of the damned
Go up like a funicular
Friend the branches have withered
Let's drink to the ball of chimeras
Come rain, friend
Hell hail
I bend but never she does not forget me
At the hour when under the bark
The Force fails (c-cling baby)
Here it is, there it is
My opinion
This is my philosophy
At a time when beneath the bark
The Force fails (c-cling baby)
Son of Cham
The empire as if struck by amazement
Does not know what to do with so much emotion
Act 2: The era of terror
Or the time of everyone at home
Opens the ball of the damned
Tickets in sale on your landing
Sons of Cham sing misery
And other tales from the edge
Come rain, friend
Come hail
I bend but never it don't forget me
At the hour when under the bark
The Force fails (c-cling baby)
Here it is, there it is
My opinion
The this is my philosophy
At a time when under the bark
The Force fails (c-cling baby)
It is not a question, gentlemen
Of killing or pillaging everything is going
No, change the world
If it is possible
Soften it
In the absence of being the dregs of it...
Come on the rain, friend
The hail falls
I bend but it never forgets me
At the hour when under the bark
The Force fails (c-cling baby)< br/>Here it is, there it is
My opinion
Here it is my philosophy
At a time when under the bark
The Force fails (c-cling baby)
Son of Ham...
Son of Ham...

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