, down trying to drag me down Down, down (Dog years, dog years, dog years) (Dog years, dog years, dog years) I am immortal I am immortal I am immortal
down. In dog years? I am immortal. I am immortal. I am immortal. In dog years? The blood of lions, I, liquefying. I ain't dying. I am immortal.
Перевод: Муфта. Бессмертный.
for safe passage into Paris Clopin But a trap had been laid for the gypsies And they gazed up in fear and alarm At a figure whose clutches Were iron
is pure loveliness You break the mirror that remind you of your ugliness So when I bust, no one is in touch Some returning with the mic clutched like
They got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed them 'Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz
their story Today is the day we Die in the fight None shall remain.. till last one for night now Valhalla's calling us immortal we are gods immortal!
Count up your blessings and melt it down. Immortal Dominator. Governor of the World. Sic semper tyrannis. The Fisher and the Pearl. The bearer of this letter is a charlatan. Immortal
shit to make yo' life even mo' mizzable den it awready are, since dis batch be resigned to render him immortal! we does not know if it gwine woik yet
weak They got me sittin wonderin, where my life begins These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed them Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz
we beat on these waters are uncharted bravely We sail alone riding the storm Clutching honor bearing pride Ocean salt that burns our wounds Only this immortal
guilders for safe passage into Paris Clopin: But a trap had been laid for the gypsies And they gazed up in fear and alarm At a figure whose clutches
up here Forever It's not my fault I got up here I'll rot up here I am so hot up here [[Yvonne]] Darling, don't clutch mother's hand quite so tightly
of a tasty Bitches are sweet as a pastry You don't know me homey from a peach or a pony I'm the only now your lyrics look lonely Lyrically fortified born I'm immortalized
for safe passage into Paris *Clopin* But a trap had been laid for the gypsies and the gazed up in fear and alarm at a figure whose clutches were iron
would carry with it a most terrible price for the King. [Chapter 8: The Return of the Immortal] [THE ECHOES OF THE IMMORTAL:] Hearken, noble King of
