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.
Copyrights by Iluvatar
"Niets kon nog bewegen. Niet mijn armen, niet mijn benen, niet mijn mond. Daar stond ik dan, toekijkend hoe het vertrouwen in mijn thuisland als sneeuw voor de zon verdween."
Even as we grieved, we grew; even as we hurt, we hoped; even as we tired, we tried