DREADNAUGHT
Something mingles my blood with Charlemagne.
I don't care which or what : there are no streetlamps
on this corner, the sky is falling dark fast, and all
I can see are these shadows...of the past.
I was once a youth armed with lusty fever,
playful antic and the joy of a magical spree.
It turned out very costly - as nothing was
for free. Beating me at my own game,
the lineage of blood said I came
from Charlemagne.
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Eagle tarnish fuel temper
flame volcano wood-beam
ceiling tempo toolshed manger
chapel fury iceman rehearse.
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We are the failings of everything
that has come before us, and the
victors, it always seems, are the
ones who get to write History.
Something mingles my blood with Charlemagne.
I don't care which or what : there are no streetlamps
on this corner, the sky is falling dark fast, and all
I can see are these shadows...of the past.
I was once a youth armed with lusty fever,
playful antic and the joy of a magical spree.
It turned out very costly - as nothing was
for free. Beating me at my own game,
the lineage of blood said I came
from Charlemagne.
-
Eagle tarnish fuel temper
flame volcano wood-beam
ceiling tempo toolshed manger
chapel fury iceman rehearse.
-
We are the failings of everything
that has come before us, and the
victors, it always seems, are the
ones who get to write History.
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