Sunset is full of bloody light,
And knights of Arthur gonna die.
Resisting enemy of night,
They fight against nasty lie.
The sword of leader Arthur holds,
And cross of romans on his chest.
Ancestral armour's made of gold,
His actions full of power zest.
Two armies fight, like sun and moon.
King's blood demanded by the fate.
The Arthur's shield is crashing soon,
The world of dreams will open Gate...
The Land is save, but King is dead.
And wind of hell, like hazy mail.
Sunset is constantly so red,
And moon in Britain is so pale...
Arthur s blood
© Copyright: Александр Тетерин, 2007
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