With might.

In flames surround them, shadow in the fire, still more in the mire on the fields of wheat as if locucts to cover, a song humms above like a helicopter, in from lands beyond the beyonds, where ships leap on waters with warm winds of valorl

We must return to something better.

The finall win, win, win.

Lets co exist a bit, or get blown to bits.

WoW Magic MaM!

I don't go for that!

Evil can have a one way ticket!

Z is gone soon.

There is no love for zee!

Being the best drives em mad.

Power should be a four letter word.

Young beauty.