January 29, 2008
Current theme: Battle Song of the North
Follow the river
To the lands of our enemy
And they are prepared
Fight our way up the river bank
Swords, shields, the blood flows
The battle din rises
Their defenses break
As we hack through their lines
Weapons sing with blood
Treachorously strike
A spear thrust into my back
I still fight onward
Gaping wound staring
As I now fall down to my knees
Dying in a foreign land
And gasping my last breath
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved memory
Follow the river
To the lands of our enemy
And they are prepared
Fight our way up the river bank
Swords, shields, the blood flows
The battle din rises
Their defenses break
As we hack through their lines
Weapons sing with blood
Treachorously strike
A spear thrust into my back
I still fight onward
Gaping wound staring
As I now fall down to my knees
Dying in a foreign land
And gasping my last breath
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved memory
posted by Ink and Stone | 12:16 PM
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