Little hobbit,
why does he cry?
Caught in a web,
soon he'll be...eaten.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Praise Your God
Praise your God well tonight,
He cannot guide you through the abyss.
That solemn valley you follow quietly,
Your words have dried in your throat.
Praise your God well tonight,
because you won't be returning home.
He cannot guide you through the abyss.
That solemn valley you follow quietly,
Your words have dried in your throat.
Praise your God well tonight,
because you won't be returning home.
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