Your Majesty, this is the head of the traitor
His followers die in the frost
With broken bones and open flesh
The prophets announce a new time
The light will and accompany
On our journey to the end of the world
This last vow will not die here
My heart will be lost that morning
For hope
For freedom< br/>In the evening I rest under the trees
When the red of the sun flows into my empty chest
For strength at night and during the day
For the next 1000 years

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