Dark the stars and dark the moon
Faint the sun and fairies swoon
Tell the swords to yell and run
Gone their master gone their son
.
Dark the horses and knights dark
Dark the pain and bows hark
Tell the swords to yell and run
Gone their master gone their sun
.
Gone the blade throw princess lips
Horses fall some hopeless rips
Tell the world get ready for the dark
Gone their hope gone their lark
.
What pulls us together what blow us apart
Gone our brother gone our heart
.
Crane when flying fallen and sprain
Slam the goodness with pain it vain
Tell the horses and beat on your drum
Gone our honer gone our son
.
Princess says a word and drew a chart
Four black carriages three white carts
Tell the oceans to slop in a stun
Gone our master...
Gone. Our. Son...
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