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Axe in my hand.

Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 8:30 pm
by Nirdor
The Axe in my hand,
swinging in south lands,
Killing priests and monks,
Raiding townsfolk,
destroying, bloodthirsty and cold.

When I saw it came over sea,
A long-cross of gold.
I shouted my thoughts and beliefs in the sky,
Never falling apart,
Always trust your heart,

I want to be free, and the land with me.