Simba..
11-05-2003, 06:43 PM
When Lion sends his roaring forth/
Silence falls upon the earth/
For the creatures, great and small/
Know his terror-breathing call/
And, as if by death pursued/
Lion, thou art made to dwell/
In hot lands, intractable/
And thyself, the sun, the sand/
Are a tyrannous triple band/
Lion-King and desert throne/
All the region is my own/...
Hit me back first time on this page..
Silence falls upon the earth/
For the creatures, great and small/
Know his terror-breathing call/
And, as if by death pursued/
Lion, thou art made to dwell/
In hot lands, intractable/
And thyself, the sun, the sand/
Are a tyrannous triple band/
Lion-King and desert throne/
All the region is my own/...
Hit me back first time on this page..