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| Death's smell won't leave me I won't see the cherry trees bloom again and I won't see them bloody red [oppure:and I won't see them colored in blood] offering a generous banquet
My eyes will soon lay wide open and my hand will keep firm the hilt of my loyal sword. When I'll fell under the rentless hits of my enemy
When the breath will leave my lips flying away for the last time he will take with him the names of the girls I loved but the last palpitation of my heart will scan clearly her name
Proud enemies, I hope the future will smile for you better my death, just one man, alone, that your death, that will create widows and orphans. No one will cry demanding my mortal remains
And crows and dogs will feast
Edited by Bad Intentioned - 29/3/2005, 14:33
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