.We were roaming through the Black head
Hungry and tired looking for food,
When we saw an old and thin deer>And we dreamt cooked flesh with beer,
We held in tight in our hand the spear,
Like the wind it fled with its fear.
Nine warriors were at my side,
Everyone incarnation of pr.
Have you been looking for lyrics of your favorite song, too long? Lyrics has got them all listed out for you by your favorite songwriters, artists neatly arranged by albums you love. Simply,Choose an album, artist or lyricist and start discovering lyrics of your favorite songs.
Allow To View All Exclusive Content & Notifications 🔔