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The Bloody, and the Dead.....

Seeping wounds and ......

Shattered dreams.

Youth, at its best?

I've let the sun, blind..... my heart.

I've let war, taint my soul.

Warriors die..... They don't grow old.

I'm lost...

I'm lonely, for the sounds of battle.

I've been left, to wander.....

To try and find, that rainbow'd bridge.

Let your dirge, speak my deeds.

On my death.....

Sing

Coronach......at my grave.

Giajl © Jim Love