Превод: Јулие мраз. Сатански ДНК (Блоод оф тхе Драгон).
of the dragon is the return of blood and iron the blood of the dragon is the clandestine sword of revenge seed of the dragon sons of the pentagram symbol
ass Come on, watch yourself Okay, I'm the man Let's go and no one else Rrraah, rraah, like a dungeon dragon Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin
'm talking 'bout me and you Had this bitch bragging Sauce had his tongue between my thighs lally-gaggin' Huh, could you imagine Shaking your tail just like a dragon
cash to get [Incomprehensible] Make my cd's, you tossin' Senators You can't get crossed up with the PD's They payin' a cost to get G'd You got frost
gift, the cookies and milk on the mantle The mistletoe, that scent from that peppermint candles That warm French vanilla, mean coat with zippers Bareskin robe dragon
He Gets That From Me His early mornin' attitude You have to drag him out of bed Only frosted flakes will do He gets that from me Yeah,he gets that from
?indica? Make my cd's, you tossin senators You can't get crossed up with the pd's They payin a cost to get g'd You got frost on your knees Fuckin
telephone Went to the doctor, she said You're OK Still I wonder Who am I Today in the air On the water Ships pass you by Clouds fantasize Dragging
at 4 in the morning Killing time on the blue highway Drag in the day like a body Burried the night under where I'd layed On all the sides, the frost
There's rain on the mountain A white frost on the moors It's an epoch of eternity Waters touch the holy shore It's a land of mystery The world of unseen
( Drag City Supersession album ) Even as the sun Paints the landscape with its fire It seems the storms they follow me Wherever i go I may perish
( Drag City Supersession album ) There is no comfort so Familiar as the silence Inasmuch as we touch We understand each other As for us we've become
the fight Dragonship riding the windA? The reign of death, we'll make it end Dragonship [The Dragon's Spirit:] I am the Spirit of the Last Dragon I live
As you stumble into the future Remorselessly moving out of the past And you separate the reflex moments of living You drag down the morning into your
It's midnight at the depot And I drag my bags in line Travellin' light, I got to go But the bus won't be on time Everybody's looking half alive Later
His early mornin' attitude You have to drag him out of bed Only frosted flakes will do He gets that from me Yeah, he gets that from me His curly hair
with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in theGallery of Frost
