And watch a rose tis bloom
On a cold spring day
well my heart cries out
as I'm in dismay
But don't you weep
over a loss of sorrow
for a battle between cousins
will come on the morrow

A thing of life
A thing of lust
but who is it for us to trust
not you or I for we're just here
to witness the fall of world comanders

I have seen the light beyond
and the light within
A dark rancid gloomy forest
full of death and sin

Yet none know better than I
of the life of poverty
that can strike you in the eye
full force and blunt
like a sword drawn from it's sheath
well it whistles through the air
to strike at your knees

So bow low bwfore them
your master on far
if they tis strike you then
they are more scared of you now


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