| the_weak_and_the_strong | ||
| Unknown Bard |
gather towards each other singing the songs of bravery boasting about the deeds that left them still alive. a timber hall the careless swords "Lest the young die and the old favour the young" Each brought forth and each brought forward a grin, a smile, a laugh upon the graves to become. Flex now shining blade draw forth my foe and his hate his name is drawn with my desire his eyes ready for his defeat the battlefield is done our curse of anothers name she waits for me my head is hung |
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