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I loosened my hope like a desparate
arrow.To death that I love.My
cry was lost in the sea that meets the cliffs fiercly,caught by the wind
in the bare-branched thorns,flown
on rook’s wing over the hills.It fell
with the mist and burned in the
fires.Oh,Lady send me a sad song,
sing me home,sing me home.The
dead lord has come with his hounds
about him.They ring me close at
bay,to gods of fear and despair.
They chant my doom darkly.I am
lost in a land rife with the pitiless foes,
but high is the road that leads to
life’s end.To death must I yield,but
not to defeat.Oh,Lady,send me a glad song,send me home,send me
home.
- by xGuitar Banditx |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/31/2010 |
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- Title: Stock holm syndrome.
- Artist: xGuitar Banditx
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Description:
just a little thing i wrote. my bro duznt believe that i wrote it anyways it so....
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- miss savanna - 02/20/2010
- Very dark-it puts pictures in your mind!
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