My Enemy

Death shall be yours soon,
The last tear rolls down my cold cheek.
Forsaken, I for a rich dream;
You enjoy your winning streak.
Run, she follows you;
Her black cloak invisible and her breath reek.
The dark woods would shelter you;
Make it your home and beseech.
You have to live my enemy to meet again;
It’s me who would put you to sleep.
I would bring flowers to your grave,
And remember those kisses long and deep.

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Glory

Our time is ripe, the glory is near
I see the soldiers march, with no fear
We would take no rest, till we wear
Mothers you blessed, the sons so dear.

Come hundred, come thousand we fight
I bleed, my flesh burn tonight
They fear looking hear, we keep a sight
Now is the time, before the moon alight.

We rush mad, blood in eyes
I kill my fear, death fear our sight
Bodies of them fly, kneel they to our might
Join we in celebration, the glory of the knight.

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