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A ballad about death and spirits.
I will mourn "til the sun
sinks down past the mountains
wait "til the night is black as a stormy sea
I will wail "til the stars join in my sorrows
lamenting treasured souls that were lost to me
I will cry "til tears drown out the moon"s pure light
and the shrouds of my sorrows fade out the sun
the planets, they join me in my solemn dirge
spinning until, into a trance they fall
mist, and shadow, drape my wakeful slumbers
dull my pain
soften my loss
"til I join my fallen comrades
in the eternal Golden Halls
so I weep and wail
mourn while I may
that mem"ries precious ne"er fade away
I will sing the song of ageless anguish
"til the trees moan to hear my sad song
Oh how many stars have fallen?
How many warriors shall ne"er rise again?
armor and weapons
rust "neath the battlefields
homes lie in cobwebs and disrepair
buried in graveyards are same such people
remember tha graveyards, and about tarrying there
I wait "til it"s my turn to got to the graveyard
and I fervently pray that my mourners will more than be
a banshee or boggart or other such monster
for I wish my grave to visited be
I wait but I"ll not linger in this grey world
and to the Golden Halls I"ll drift away.
|The Revolutionary Blade, Chapter Two||Death Road|
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