Under the standard of fortune
Stands the soldier alone.
The sun is hiding over the dune.
The winds of change are blowing....
he is cold as a stone.
Tormented by the past
He tries to break the ties
The bitterness away he casts
The demon of sadness
crawls back inside him.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
Under the standard of fortune
Stands the soldier alone.
The sun is hiding over the dune.
The winds of change are blowing....
he is cold as a stone.
Tormented by the past
He tries to break the ties
The bitterness away he casts
The demon of sadness
crawls back inside him.
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