Tomorrow's Gone
A lovely land is ours
With beeches green about her
Encircled by the sea
Her hills and vales are manifold
Her name, of old, is Denmark
And she is Freya's home
In days of long-ago
This land was home to heroes
From war they rested here
Then forth they went, to smite the foe
Now to their graves they've gone
Among the barrow-stones
This land is yet so fair
Her waters yet so blue
And green are still her leaves
And noble ladies, maidens fair,
And men and able lads
Still dwell on Danish soil
Hail Sovereign, hail Home!
Ha
My Game
stuborness
i learned from the best
as did you
from his father too
no more tradition
under this condition
not while im in line
this trait wont be mine,
no more for sure
im breakin this chain
aint no shame in my game
everything seems fine to me
got no reason to complain
aint no shame in my game
fallin in love
that depends
first time i was there
i couldnt make ends meet
its a two way street
thought i found defeat
but victory came to me
threw water on the fire
and sparked a new flame
aint no shame in my game
dissin on myself
what no thats unheard of
all i need now is nothing
but your love
nothing but the best
the best without greed
simplicity in numbers
your all i need
support from the fans
and my girls who's
bringin me no pain
aint no shame in my game