lunes, 6 de febrero de 2017

On Alien Ground

On Alien Ground,
Give Us Strength
On Yonder Ground, Against Alien Winds,
Our Armours
Polished by Loving Hands.
Proud Once
Now Sore and Wasted
Still an Armour,
Thine Perdition.
Still a Scale on It,
Untouched by Your Waste.

It's an Alien Ground, But the Sun is One and the Same.

Spread The Light that Lits the Sword
Raise the Sword Held by This Arm.

A Tiny Scale Undefiled
Is All that Takes
For the Sun to Bright on Steel
And Blind Thee Hosts of Sin.

For All Battles Lost,
There Will Be a Won War.

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