-Het spijt me als er fouten in staan, mijn Engels is niet perfect en ik schrijf gewoon Engelse gedichten om het te oefenen. Als er fouten in staan, zeg het maar. (:
You shall live in fear,
For I must carry this pain.
For I can't drop a tear,
You shall die in vain.
I won't let you go,
Let your offspring survive,
For the truth I know,
I shall sharpen my knife.
The blade that'll kill you,
Will be sharper than ever in advance,
Can you already say adieu?
You do not stand a chance.
For I must carry this pain.
For I can't drop a tear,
You shall die in vain.
I won't let you go,
Let your offspring survive,
For the truth I know,
I shall sharpen my knife.
The blade that'll kill you,
Will be sharper than ever in advance,
Can you already say adieu?
You do not stand a chance.
Even as we grieved, we grew; even as we hurt, we hoped; even as we tired, we tried