| Sit down all you little children
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| Listen well to me
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| I’ll tell of Blind Guardian
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| Dragonforce and Rhapsody
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| To listen to their songs
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| You need to know a lot of things
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| And read at least seventy times
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| The «Lord Of The Rings»
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| This maybe sounds too long
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| For you child to be done
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| But don’t be afraid my little children
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| Go and take your helm
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| No, this won’t sound too long
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| Pay attention now my son
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| 'Cos Nanowar will drive you across
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| The whole enchanted realm
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| Let’s talk about the elf
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| Where does he live? |
| Where does he live?
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| He lives inside the green of
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| Luca Tour Hill Luca Tour Hill
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| He mows the enchanted lawn
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| Drying his hair with the phon
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| Singing all day long
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| His homosexual elvish song:
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| «I've got it very long
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| I’ve got it very strong
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| I’m going to stick my dick
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| Between Looca Tour Illy’s cheeks»
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| He stuck inside his bed
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| To do what can’t be told
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| But we can sing together
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| The homosexual elvish call
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| HAIL! |
| Elf! |
| Elf! |
| Elf!
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| And what about the Dwarf
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| Where does he live? |
| Where does he live?
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| He dwells inside the bath of
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| Lou-Ka Tu-Ril, Lou-Ka Tu-Ril!
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| He cuts the enchanted wood
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| And the dick of Robin Hood
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| Singing very rude
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| In a bald and dwarfish mood:
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| «I've got it very long
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| I’ve got it very strong
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| I’m going to smash my mace
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| Into Luka Turillee’s face»
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| He went behind his back
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| And pointed at his neck
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| What happened you may guess
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| It’s time to sing our song at last
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| HAIL! |
| Dwarf! |
| Dwarf! |
| Dwarf!
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| It’s time to call the Orc
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| Where does he live? |
| Where does he live?
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| He lives inside the sock
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| Of Luca Tureell, Luca Tureell
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| A mage with a great spell
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| Tried to stop his haunting smell
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| No Orc, as you would tell
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| It’s Tour-hill who’s dirt like hell
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| «I've got it very long
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| I’ve got it very strong
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| I’m going to use my bats
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| To squash Looma Tupilli’s guts»
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| He waited in his room
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| For Numa Pompili’s doom
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| He’ll wish not to be born
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| At the sound of Orcish Horn!
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| HAIL! |
| Orc! |
| Orc! |
| Orc! |