The Statue of the Grand Man
It stands him riding the plain
And majestic horse
Now
Will come the days
When the raised leg of the
Majestic horse will drip
With waters cold
And
The ears bleed blood
Of the north winter
On wind ruthless nights
And the lips will redden
Fast
Before the Dawn.
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