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• Artiste: Seven Kingdoms
• Titre: The Bloody Meadow
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I am the king of rhymes I'll choose the songs that you will hear tonight Just drink up your wine And think not of tomorrows fight So I take you far away To times of old and, maidens fair as day And heroe's legend told In blood and steel you'll see Immortal songs of victory I keep eternal life My songs will live on, though I shall die So think not on strife Or what may come at battlecry When our eyes grow dim and pale The songs remain to tell the tale So take up your sword in hand Even as the last man dies Cry out loud and make your final stand And my song shall rise And red the grass beneath his feet And red his banners bright And red the glow of setting sun That bathed him in its light Come on, come on, the great lord called My sword is hungry still And with a cry of savage rage They swarmed across the hill So I take you far away, to times of old And maidens fair as the day And heroe's legends told In blood and steel you'll see Immortal song your desitiny I saw the seed of song All hear the tales I tell of days bygone Of right and wrong And life and death under the sun Now hear the legend and lore These songs live on forever more So take up your sword in hand Even as the last man dies Cry out loud and make your final stand And my song shall rise And red the grass beneath his feet And red his banners bright And red the glow of setting sun That bathed him in its light Come on, come on, the great lord called My sword is hungry still And with a cry of savage rage They swarmed across the hill And there he stood with sword in hand The last of Darry's ten I sing your song this night A tale of rebellion's tragic end Like second sight Recall the day you fell again When you drew your final breath Immortal life given in death And red the grass beneath his feet And red his banners bright And red the glow of setting sun That bathed him in its light Come on, come on, the great lord called My sword is hungry still And with a cry of savage rage They swarmed across the hill