I’ve made a promise have to complete
thee a loser never to compete
my soul tattered that’s how i’ll bleed
diminish all shalt rid
mundanes with fine talent make perfect stead
as i’m gone who would take the lead
night wind howling as pain licks
hollow through my core once i wear of heat
on the cliff of valhalla i oath our only creed
flipping through minds in present
not anyone can cheat
Jul 29, 2012
Jul 29, 2012 at 6:44 AM UTC
I’ve made a promise have to complete
thee a loser never to compete
my soul tattered that’s how i’ll bleed
diminish all shalt rid
mundanes with fine talent make perfect stead
as i’m gone who would take the lead
night wind howling as pain licks
hollow through my core once i wear of heat
on the cliff of valhalla i oath our only creed
flipping through minds in present
not anyone can cheat
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