Monday, March 11, 2013

Of A Thousand Arms

Go!
His figure is fast
Flashing past
Stretch miles away past the eyes
Unseen is the slayer
Of countless men
This blade knows no love!
Shields shattered
By the wrath he brings
Too many swings to see
To many motions to read
I've stood against him once
Only to see my life slip away
So precise he was
Cutting away every vein
My eyes so sore from the struggle
He told me it was the end
The end of days!
We will pay! (Pay!)
We will pay!( Pay!)
Sword in ground
He walks his path alone
In this rain!

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