…the curse from above, Like a roar of approaching giant horde, In the moors and in the marshes, On the borders of the woodlands, The marched like approaching giant horde. When I yield my life forever, Bravely will I fall in battle, Fall upon the field of glory, Beautiful to die in armour. (CHORUS)…

…for themselves, to stay, or be interested in everything, they are like childs, I have a different life. You really have to focus on your own work, its not publishing house or any press, which is fun, you are responsible of your tasks, in a legal field.…

…not a big world, where you play. You all seem to be so irritating, there is not much of left, you have time to spend, in coffee tables, all days, you all have been at work 20 years, notthing new to learn, just the same field.…