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The Call of the Lords

Syncage
Language: English




Now, handsome young man
It's time for you
To leave your mother and your house
They no longer belong to you
The lords are calling
They need new arms
To carry out two roses’ will
Their mortal dream

Contest your weapons and fight
We want your hands to grab the sky
Petals will touch you on the flight
Secrets revealed by blood from your cries

Now, leave your childhood
Memories behind
With ruthless touch of wooden swords
Fake puppets as your foes
Feel the elation
Got by the fight.
I see the fire in your eyes
By thorns they'll die!

Contest your weapons and fight
We want your hands to grab the sky
Petals will touch you on the flight
Secrets revealed by blood from your cries

Now as they grow up
Learning the steel
The forging flames are guiding them
Caressless heat they feel
Held by convictions
Of deadly plights
Two minstrels singing songs of swans
Unconsciously

Contest your weapons and fight
We want your hands to grab the sky
Petals will touch you on the flight
Secrets revealed by blood from your cries



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