POURVU QU'ELLES SOIENT DOUCES
Whispers in the cold still air
Memories flow like rivers wild
Pictures of a puzzle large
Death drifted in the air
Misty dawn around doth lie
The stench of death hung low
Red the coats I saw that ghostly hour
Seeking glories flag
Warriors of the northern clime
Honor bound some say
Eyes of death watching them
Spurting guns of fire
Waiting ever for the hour
Chimes of doom will sound
Banners high drip tears of blood
Riders move along
Alert and ready sword in hand
Warriors called to fight
Darkness gathers hordes appear
Like creatures of the night
Thus the battle soon engaged
Fierce its dreadful sway
Reaching forth unto the soul
Feel deaths warmth embrace
Hopelessness, like clouds descend
I see it thick as mist
I hear the beating hearts like drums
They pound within my ear
Despair is thick I feel it now
It covers all with fear
Love was lost in clouds of smoke
Hell unleashed on them
Love did die un-mourned by all
For death is ever blind
Senses dulled and twisted be
Lost to love’s sweet call
Sorrow I feel as tears they do flow
Heart seems twisted within
Cry oh my soul cry oh my soul
Reaching and groping at straws
Lost in confusion and fervour within
Snared by passions of flesh
The boatman arrives through rivers of blood
To bring all the souls on his boat
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