Jornada do trabalhador

Verso 1 Hoy celebramos tu vida, un regalo del cielo, cada día que pasa, es un nuevo anhelo. Coro ¡Feliz cumpleaños, querido amigo! Que Dios te bendiga en este camino. Con amor y alegría, hoy te alabamos, por cada bendición que juntos llevamos. Verso 2 En cada paso que das, su luz te va guiando, en los momentos oscuros, Él siempre está a tu lado. Coro ¡Feliz cumpleaños, querido amigo! Que Dios te bendiga en este camino. Con amor y alegría, hoy te alabamos, por cada bendición que juntos llevamos. Puente Que tus sueños se cumplan, que su paz te rodee, en este nuevo año, su amor nunca falle. Coro ¡Feliz cumpleaños, querido amigo! Que Dios te bendiga en este camino. Con amor y alegría, hoy te alabamos, por cada bendición que juntos llevamos. Espero que te guste y que sea útil para celebrar ese día especial. ¡Bendiciones

Verse 1: The flames consumed the twilight sky, Smoke and ash rose far and high. At Emberfall, the last defense, Where death and courage made no pretense. The enemy surged, a crimson wave, Men stood strong, the brave, the grave. And in the storm, a figure remained, A silent blade where honor was claimed. Pre-Chorus: With spell and steel, he carved the night, A lone defender, the beacon light. Through chaos deep, his path was clear, A whisper strong when death drew near. Chorus: Stand at Emberfall, the final line, Where the Silent Blade met fate’s design. Through fire and blood, he held the ground, When all seemed lost, his strength was found. Verse 2: Enemies roared like a thunderous tide, Their numbers vast, their wrath untied. The Silent Blade stepped forth, his voice unspoken, The bonds of fear within him broken. His blade danced swift, his magic flew, Through shadow and flame, the tide he slew. With every strike, the line held fast, A hero forged where hope was cast. Pre-Chorus: With spell and steel, he carved the night, A lone defender, the beacon light. Through chaos deep, his path was clear, A whisper strong when death drew near. Chorus: Stand at Emberfall, the final line, Where the Silent Blade met fate’s design. Through fire and blood, he held the ground, When all seemed lost, his strength was found. Bridge: The captain’s cry, the storm’s command, “Hold the line! Together we’ll stand!” John roared loud, but the Silent Blade was still, A blade in the dark, unyielding will. Through endless waves, the enemy fell, A tale of defiance their legends tell. Final Chorus: Stand at Emberfall, the final line, Where the Silent Blade met fate’s design. Through fire and blood, he held the ground, When all seemed lost, his strength was found. Outro: And when the dawn broke through the haze, The field was scarred, yet filled with praise. For the Silent Blade stood, his duty clear, A silent hero, a legend near.

Verse 1: On a ridge where shadows fell, The Silent Blade made his stand. A hundred foes with wrath did swell, But none could break his steady hand. No words he spoke, no cries of fear, His blade, his voice, sharp and clear. The line grew thin, the hope grew pale, Yet his resolve would never fail. Chorus: Stand tall, Silent Blade, unyielding and true, Through fire and steel, the battle’s hue. A hero forged in the storm’s embrace, The last to stand, the first to face. Verse 2: The enemy surged, relentless and wide, Yet the Silent Blade held the tide. With arcane might and a dancer’s grace, He cut through legions in a deadly chase. Behind him rallied the weary and torn, He gave them strength, a new hope born. No need for words, his actions shone, In that moment, he stood alone. Chorus: Stand tall, Silent Blade, unyielding and true, Through fire and steel, the battle’s hue. A hero forged in the storm’s embrace, The last to stand, the first to face. Bridge: The sky burned red, the earth did quake, Yet his stance no foe could break. A captain’s cry, the storm did call, Together they rose to defend them all. Through endless waves, through endless pain, The Silent Blade would not be slain. Final Chorus: Stand tall, Silent Blade, unyielding and true, Through fire and steel, the battle’s hue. A hero forged in the storm’s embrace, The last to stand, the first to face. Outro: And when the dust of war had cleared, His name was sung, his might revered. The Silent Blade, through time will stay, A beacon of hope, to light the way.

Wandering the Forest, just my crew and me, Swinging through the branches, feeling wild and free. We stumble on some berries, glowing in the sun, Elliot says, "Hey Jman, dare you eat just one." He laughs, takes a bite, "What’s the harm in this?" But something in his eyes changes, something’s amiss. He’s stumbling, he’s shaking, his skin feels tight, We didn’t know it yet, but he turned that night. Infected by the minigames virus, it’s begun, Jman’s not himself—he’s chasing everyone. Tag turns to terror, run for your lives, One by one, we fall, as the infection thrives. Jman lunges for Jamin, who tries to flee, But there’s no escape from this twisted spree. K9 fights him off, his strength prevails, But the wounds run deep, his face turns pale. We regroup in the City, try to make a stand, But Jman’s out there, infecting the land. Fizzy wasn’t ready, he couldn’t survive, Now his spirit echoes in the City’s hive. Infected by the minigames virus, it’s begun, Jman’s not himself—he’s chasing everyone. Tag turns to terror, run for your lives, One by one, we fall, as the infection thrives. The rules are simple, the stakes are high, Run or hide, or you’ll surely die. But what can we do when the game’s turned dark, And friends become hunters in the forest park? K9 limps away, holding onto hope, We’re trapped in a nightmare, struggling to cope. The minigames virus spreads with each tag, Turning friends to foes with a sinister drag. Infected by the minigames virus, it’s begun, Jman’s not himself—he’s chasing everyone. Tag turns to terror, run for your lives, One by one, we fall, as the infection thrives. Now the Forest is silent, the laughter’s gone, The virus has taken over; we’re all but pawns. If you find those berries, don’t take a bite, Or you’ll join the infection on a moonlit night.

(Verse 1) Hear the tale of Dovin Ba'al, A paladin strong, yet quite banal. With fins of steel, a heart of gold, His path is bold, though his brain is cold. The Persuader, his mighty ram, "3000" it says, and he’s its fan. One mighty swing, no gate can stand, His motto rings: "More force in hand!" (Chorus) Oh Dovin, oh Dovin, the brawler so wild, With Akragas beside you, the winds grow mild. You fight with might, and spread your creed, Freedom’s flyers where none will heed! (Verse 2) In shadowed halls where gears still hum, Dovin leaves signs for freedom to come. With flyers of hope, his mark is made, Defying the grind where dreams might fade. The Separatists’ call he shouts so loud, A muscle-bound hero, no plans allowed. With Akragas walking every trail, Two heads together, yet both quite frail. (Chorus) Oh Dovin, oh Dovin, the brawler so wild, With Akragas beside you, the winds grow mild. You fight with might, and spread your creed, Freedom’s flyers where none will heed! (Bridge) Whether in machines’ depths or the battle’s roar, Dovin marches on with spirit pure. The ram crashes down, the gates will break, And the wind carries flyers in his wake! (Verse 3) So he roams the land, a brute with flair, The Persuader smashes without a care. And when the night falls, his song they’ll sing, Of Dovin Ba’al, who fears not a thing. (Chorus) Oh Dovin, oh Dovin, the brawler so wild, With Akragas beside you, the winds grow mild. You fight with might, and spread your creed, Freedom’s flyers where none will heed! (Outro) A hero of shadows, a soul so bold, With flyers in storms and a heart of gold. The world will tremble where Dovin strides, The force of hope is his true guide!

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[Verse] اونا زیر سایه بونَن من زیرِ آفتاب تنهایی چشماشون سردو بی‌روحه چشمهای من خیس و دریایی [Verse 2] بیزارم از صورَتَکهای سنگی بیزارم از کوچه های دلتنگی خستم از لبخندای بی روح بیزارم از دنیای بی رنگی [Chorus چرا ، اینجا همه بی رَنگَن؟ چرا ، اینجا دِلا بی روحَن؟ چرا اینجا هیچکی روو راست نیست؟ چرا اینجا همه تاریکن؟ [Bridge] حرفهاشون ، همه پوشالی کارهاشون ، از روو بی آری صحنه سازی کار هر روزه ای حقیقت ، کجایِ کاری؟ [Verse 3] حرفهاشون از بیخیالی نه صَفا ، نه شور و حالی لحظه هاشون سرد و تاریک نه تلاش نه پَر و بالی