To be an angel in the hell,
To have a bless to a death disease
With silent, rabid heroin smell
And with high alcohol degrees.
It is the hopeless mutual faith
With sign of revenge on your face,
You will have grave, bespread with tears,
But cast away your doubts and fears.
You will be a hero, or an exile,-
With blood and swords the soldiers die
You’ll have to fear not soul, but flash,
That guards our bones from slash.
The devil, turning into bat
Will go away if you just bet,
That somebody remember times,
When you were singing for the guys.
The devil’s place is in the hell,
The angel’s place is in the heaven
The one thing, I would like to tell –
Betray and hateness not forgiven.
The night will wake up ents and dwarves
But you should go away from the Earth,
Where elves and humans made an alliance.
I hope, you will be there once.
Warrior s life
© Copyright: Куэсси, 2011
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