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Post by warraven on Nov 5, 2007 21:59:45 GMT -5
Tarjanz's song, without the troll accent. If I wanted to I'm sure I could put a better rhythm to it as aside from the rhyming and the occasional alliteration it's pretty weak on structure. But I'm not that dedicated.
I may wind up writing more for her if I continue to get bored at random intervals.
We are shadows in the dark We come unseen One rib, two ribs And a knife between.
Forget your fears They mean naught What use is your worry? When your death has been bought.
Assassins, murderers Killers and thieves We'll look you in the eye With a knife up our sleeves.
So slash open the throat Let the crimson blood rise Stained dirt drinking in That copper-sweet tide.
So give us your gold Don't care where it's from Despite the reaper's rule Death -can- be sold.
See, there's no reason to fear Our knives will hit their mark Just close your eyes And resign to the ever-deep dark.
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