Many flowers grow
Where the blood of
the brave rest
Where their bodies
lay
Entombed within the
cold ground
Gone but never
forgotten
Peaceful sleep
Drift away Drift away Drift away in your dreams A land of pure fancy awaits Whatever you want You can have it Your dream Your imagination ...
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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