swabianOutlaw
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Where is the fighting man?
I am he
You would trade every truth
For hollow victories!
A cold wind is blowing
Through the graves it is blowing
And it bares a poisoned tongue
And the foul breath of deceit
I am my fathers son
And his deeds
Cannot be undone... be undone
You trade in his blood
Writing your history
In the sacrifices of the dead
(by A.A. Nemtheanga/Primordial)
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