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Tyr's hand

Faithful son, faithful friend
I've always been around
So my father could be proud
I bore all troubles till the end
The horizon hides the sun
I hear wailing of the wind
It whines, it cries, it gets rid
Of its chain, the firmest one.

We could shake hands, my friend, but mine is lost
I was a border guard, now I'm a ghost
I am a phantom who guards your sleep
I sacrificed all but you can live

Common goal, proper price
There's nobody to blame
You got your peace, I got my fame
Though you don't look me in the face
My troops forgot about their swords
My warriors returned to wives
I don't complain about the price
It's wind who whispers me these words

We could shake hands, my friend, but mine is lost
I was a border guard, now I'm a ghost
I am a phantom who guards your sleep
I sacrificed all but you can live

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3hvost
Oct. 19th, 2011 06:39 pm (UTC)
душевно,однако!:)))
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