i am the golden hero
fighting
slaying men
deep, where the battle rages
in the pale winter field
warriors die all around me
your blue eyes shine
in the green waters
they are watching
they are the eyes of mercy
i am the wayfarer
i rule dark shining towers
where the dead kings
rest in sleeps of peace
their souls
carried by my golden eagles
beyond the seven heavens
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