Duncan Dhu
Miscellaneous
Ghosts
You see them coming
There are three of them, in the middle of the night
They are not, yes, they are
They are the ghosts of the past
And they have returned to see their honor clean
Honor.
Lose, win, fight
Over the dead
Feel, die, live
In that time
And they have returned to see their honor clean
The honor.
They wait for their chance
They ride under the sun
Selkir old prison
You see them arrive
There are three in the middle of the night
They are, they are fighters
They are the ghosts of the past
And they have returned to see their honor clean
The honor.
They wait for their chance
They ride under the sun
Selkir old love
Lose, win, fight
Over the dead
Feel, die, live
In that time
And they have returned to see their honor clean
The honor.

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