To be free, to be me...
turned worse and into bad.
Could'a, would'a, should'a...I'd have it all again.
Only problem is it's not forever and then
Lay down, let me share.
Dreams I have, cold and bare.
Here it lies, a sweet caress.
All is lost, my dear princess.
Not what I want, what do I need?
Where have I been? And where does it lead?
There is no path as far as I can see...
It's not easy being free...
Sauron kommer!
En liten hobbit, som knappt har någon märkbar förmåga eller styrka har tagit sig in i leken. Han är ensam ansvarig att förstöra ringen som kontrollerar alla andra. One ring to rule them all!
En hobbit tar på sig ansvaret att gå emot en övermäktig fiende för att rädda det fria Midgård.
Men han möts av motstånd! Den vita handen! Sarumans vita hand, tecknad på huvuden av man/orc hybrider.
Dessa...varelser, som inte ser annat än död dit dom tittar!
Och på den vita handen står texten...
Vi....gillar....olika!
Bad with the good...
The problem of gaining...is the risk of loosing...
I gained and I lost...
And it's killing me...
Random words in my head....
Close your eyes...
I won't let you leave, before you let me see...
That perfect body, with that...perfect face...
Let me kiss your neck and...kill your pain...
I can tie you down, and I can make you moan...
But all I wan't from you is a moment alone...
When time and space melt together....
Stay here forever...
