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  10. Melim
  11. Mireille Mathieu
  12. Tonico e Tinoco
  13. Elton John

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  11. Sou Eu
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Confira a Letra Hatred Declared

Thundra

Hatred Declared

Showing what was meant to be.
Walk the path, fallow your own trail.

Under frost to come the fire of, many a time winter cold to come.

In due time agony of pain will enlighten your soul to higher places.
To ride with the skies, to feel the wind through your bones.
No higher force can make them suffering of winter be endliess, to make the frost eternal.
High may the greater be, to make things so may it be enclose.

Night can be the door to make feelings appear, nights the goddes of eternaty.

Force is something to be recent with, to be followed through the shaft.
Disguised in warming good the writing will unfold, this is sure.
Hatred of the race to come, mountains will crumble.
Whispers will follow in trying moments, calling the pain.

The quilt cover frost bitteu bones
Revealing it's true nature turn to chalk
Grinded by feelings, smoldered by pain
Speak the world of hollow ground, speak it
high with agony sound.
Frost to come with many lies, forst be stopped with many tries.
Enter pain, enter now, enter winter with all of your snow.
Hail by thy, I call your name, erase this ground with shame.

Winds to come with tales of tomorrow, winds in time to shear.
Speak to the stars and expect an answer, glittering things will appear.
Down by cold over endless winter, bowed down by bone of frost.
In disguise the pain unfold, to assist the taking of the fallen skies.

Frost and pain together they ride, agony and death by their side

Night can be the door to make feelings appear, nights the goddes of eternity.

Force is something to be recent with, to be followed throug the shaft.
Disguised in warming good the writing will unfold, this is sure.
Hatred of the race to come, mountains will crumble.
Whispers will follow in trying moments, calling the pain.

The quilt cover frost bitten bones
Revealing it's true nature turn to chalk
Grinded by feelings, smoldered by pain

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