Ten soldiers, all lie flat. Children, ten of them, hand in hand. Kings recognised in a hurried, nervous manner, without noticing the crimson velvet HEARTS.
For King & Crown
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The Bodies
The young heart denies all final goodbyes once more. Choral peace song cries while death try disguise it's score. With winged bird it flies, news that all hope dies in war.
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For war, Word or ward Odor of war Draw forward. Do for war A wood arrow draw Or wood oar Draw forward. Word of war Roar raw ward Offroad or radar Draw forward.
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