Battlesongs

All my words were battlesongs
And none of them were lies.
All my friends sung what I said,
And none of them were right.

All my words were sharp as swords,
Swords of those who had been wronged.
All my words were fierce like voices,
Voices of those who had been gone.

Now no mistakes I can afford to make,
Since their leader, I’ve become.
And their fate is in my hands,
Since all my words were battlesongs.

Meld je gratis aan om ook reacties te kunnen plaatsen