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Post by Tyr Vargulf on Feb 26, 2006 21:33:55 GMT -8
Requiem of a hero A blood red dawn, one more night is gone spent with cold steel by my side.
The battles I've won, and the men that have died haunt my dreams like ghosts behind my eyes.
Men say I'm a hero meant to die by the sword as i face this bloody hoard and ride into battle once more.
The ring of steel as its drawn from the sheath, and the glow of the sun on my blade hacking and slashing at other men leading them into there fate. Raping and burning a savage attack women and children, theres no looking back!
CHORUS: The things that I've done the battles I've won, mean nothing after all is said and done. Mean nothing when I'm dead and gone.
Why am i here? spreading slaughter and fear, Leaving corpses once men in my dust.
Forsaken by blood, never to know love. I live to die and kill to live.
Oh the things that I've done, what have i become?
Now as i bleed upon the demons sword, I pray, and beg forgiveness of my lord. As i witness the closing of heavens door, and hear the screaming of hells infernal sleeper.
(chorus)
The sky fades to black, theres no turning back, as the dusk of my life is near, and the reaper finally appears.
I wrote this at work one day it took 4 hours please let me know what you think
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