Fighting To The End

Gwydion

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    Keepers of the outer walls, hear my advice!
    Nothing is permanent, or lasts by itself
    Dormant frontiers, sharpen your senses
    Don't rely, don't trust, on these still winds

    Futile random happiness
    An engulfing optimism
    Gives way to a blissful tranquility

    War wit is consumed by excessive folly
    It adorns once tireless warriors
    With belly-shaped sympathy

    Keepers of the outer walls, heat my advice!
    Nothing is permanent, or lasts by itself
    Dormant frontiers, sharpen your senses
    Don't rely; don't trust on these still winds

    The shroud of peace induces a soft mentality
    Encourages engaging flirts
    Procreation and family

    Men get sloppy, tend to overlook the rusty blades
    Lower their guards imprudently

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    No more war wit, all is spirited folly
    Futile happiness, blissful tranquility

    A starving horse is coming to the gates
    Its rider dragged beside
    Daunting news are told
    An army is heading this way

    No more war wit, all is spirited folly
    Futile happiness, blissful tranquility

    I always knew that the nature of peace was temporary
    So I never stopped my training
    These news were not difficult to foretell
    For somewhere alter the dry summer
    Messengers heading south never returned

    Wary of this omen
    I felt eerie silence infiltrate
    It was just a question of time
    To confirm my worst fears
    And now it's just too fate

    Through the night a mist descends
    Mischievous disguise for a thousand torches
    We've been too passive
    Our scouts slain or bribes accepted
    And their shame won't help us today
    Now we are doomed

    We plan improvised resistance
    A desperate attempt to hold
    Women farewell to their child
    And join together with daggers in hand

    Keepers of the outer walls, hear my advice
    Nothing is permanent, or lasts by itself
    Dormant frontiers sharpen your senses
    Don't rely; don't trust on these still winds

    We clash, a drop against a lake
    Chopping limbs in our way
    Granting death constantly

    But vastly outnumbered, one by one we fell
    My own hour arrived, cut and broken
    I let darkness take me

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