Thais

11 ani and still rocking


















*All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;*

*The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.



From the ashes a fire shall be woken,*

A light from the shadow shall spring

Renew shall be the blade that was broken,

*And crownless...again...shall be kings