bard

Tipped our hats to Mister Cohen

Dear old Times Square's favourite bard

Then we raised a glass to JFK

Hey there, I'm the bard of the team

I got a tragic backstory and my class is a meme

Speak my knowledge to the crowd, and the Ed is Special

For I am the Bard, and I am the last one

I am the king and this is my castle

But in the end, the battle's for our hearts

Fought by bards

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'95 Undertaker in the Prada trench (ah)

I'm into plantin' seeds of bard, farmers toss the soil

The type of strain that blossom sticky if

It was back in ancient times

The bard would tell his stories

Of the heroes, of the villain

BardoMagno, living in the via Francigena

Quando giungiamo al borgo le campane esploderan!

Establish our Dominion, proudly guard

Blast my anthem louder than powered bard

Our planet's in shambles, fell apart

It's written in the cards,

All the myths that bards

Have sung through history.

Venus and Mars this the God kiss the star system

Recepshirage, dick is hard with the bard's rhythm

Stay up the paws, lick guitars with the God's wisdom

Ref.:

You're the mystical old bard

on your journey through the dark

Guessin' that the river's gonna dry up

Well, I said that's not the reason why we bard

Lookin' 'round the corner where I left you

The writing on the wall

Then I beg the bard

To write another scene

No gold for bards

No laurel enough to bushel into a bed

But you held your place with honour

Among the bards and the troubadours

This is no roaming lamentation

Elle est toute fumée par l'anglais à "bouse"

Bard Cherki Rafia, 69 la masía, zin y'a la recette, frère là je sais pas mais l'avenir Renseigne, la vraie vie enseigne

Le rap est agressif mais la té-ci qu'en sais-je?

A lonely bard wandering across the lands am I

Singing dancing finding answers to every why

Browse monitors all night

Some cosmic bard with means to roam

Will his loneliness deny

We can splay on the top of cars

And pick the constellations while playing the best of the bards

You're making me nod agreeing

In the Mugs and Jugs, where the ale flows free

Sits our bard, strummin' with a tipsy glee

I'm Gruk, half-orc, swingin' my axe with might

And all the pretty colleens around me assembled

Loved their bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh

Oh, how I long to muse on the days of my boyhood

Seems like life has dawned to fade away

Ice bards' ship the frozen bodies

And the ones in the Son are immortal

The night cock she is, whispers wolfish spells

The chants of bard she knows and hums them

Goblins of oaks and denizens of darkness

The moralists scream, he's all mine

So the bard isn't doing her job

The vacuum nights, the darkest rites, the small quarantined thoughts

And his wild harp slung behind him;

"Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard,

(Should) "Tho' all the world betrays thee,