Thurundum rund
Drun derun thrund
Thurundum Rund
Durat durat thrund
Oaks and river deep
Hills and mountains steep
Mines and catacombs roam
Beneath the ground under my feet
Rattatat thurat trat
Rattatat trat thurat
Durat thrum tratat
Burat tratat tat
Dragons fire burns red
Talons walk o’re the dead
Spears are broken splinters
And the smoke obscures its head
Thurundum rund
Drun derun thrund
Thurundum Rund
Durat durat thrund
Stars and comets shine
As the planets all align
But destiny is nothing
Because these choices are all mine
No comments:
Post a Comment