Upon a warrior's fall
I tell my tale
The slashes on the flesh
The cut in the heart
The holes in the bone
The screams in the air
The tramps of boots
The quake of the roots
And on that gr
Upon a warrior's fall
I tell my tale
The slashes on the flesh
The cut in the heart
The holes in the bone
The screams in the air
The tramps of boots
The quake of the roots
And on that ground ,
The blood was shed
Our protection his gold
Sacrificed for his diamond,
That held together his beloved.
Back to the day,
He waved his mother goodbye,
His father holding his shattered strength,
And his beloved in agony.
At his early life
He could have evaded that day
But instead took the turn of his destiny.
To the quake of his roots
Upon that same ground
Lies the hearth of bravery
Upon a warrior's fall,
I tell my tale .
GLORIA
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