haste
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On this day, I will remember thee
For the life that was; a life that will never be
Fate does not smile upon us; she doth not hear our cries
Taken to battle to protect thy world
Held closely to thy breast, but pierced it is now
My love, my passion, my husband
On this day, I will weep for thee
What has brought us this fate?
O’ God of the heaven’s realm, keeper of the stones
Would thy mercy not dare look upon us?
On a dying soul, fought in battle to do thy bidding
Bring to us o’ mercy
On this day, I will pray for thee
I feel thee shudder
And gaze upon thy wound,
It bleeds thy strength
And drains thy soul
Life is slipping, from the grasp of my hands
On this day, I will hold thee
I listen carefully for a breath so fine, with all thy might
Passing through thy lips,
A murmur
Hold on my dearest, save thy strength
Be the rock to thy children
Be the rock to thy love
On this day, I will love thee
O’ God of the heavens’, mighty is thy power
Maker of the lands, ancient and beyond
Is it thy bidding to leave me alone?
To face the darkness,
I beg to thee
If this is thy fate, then take my love swiftly
And spare him the burden, the wrath and the torment
On this day, I will beg for thee
The skies darken in shades of grey,
And the creatures stir
From a bright opening in a angered sky
Appears your servant
A dragon of majesty, of power and might
Engulfing the souls of the fallen
I feel thee no more
On this day, I will mourn for thee
My heart falters and sinks into lowly depths
I have lost thee in presence
Thy touch I will crave, Thy passion I will thirst
But in my mind and burned in my heart
Thy memory will not falter
On this day, I will remember thee
For the life that was; a life that will never be
Fate does not smile upon us; she doth not hear our cries
Taken to battle to protect thy world
Held closely to thy breast, but pierced it is now
My love, my passion, my husband
On this day, I will weep for thee
What has brought us this fate?
O’ God of the heaven’s realm, keeper of the stones
Would thy mercy not dare look upon us?
On a dying soul, fought in battle to do thy bidding
Bring to us o’ mercy
On this day, I will pray for thee
I feel thee shudder
And gaze upon thy wound,
It bleeds thy strength
And drains thy soul
Life is slipping, from the grasp of my hands
On this day, I will hold thee
I listen carefully for a breath so fine, with all thy might
Passing through thy lips,
A murmur
Hold on my dearest, save thy strength
Be the rock to thy children
Be the rock to thy love
On this day, I will love thee
O’ God of the heavens’, mighty is thy power
Maker of the lands, ancient and beyond
Is it thy bidding to leave me alone?
To face the darkness,
I beg to thee
If this is thy fate, then take my love swiftly
And spare him the burden, the wrath and the torment
On this day, I will beg for thee
The skies darken in shades of grey,
And the creatures stir
From a bright opening in a angered sky
Appears your servant
A dragon of majesty, of power and might
Engulfing the souls of the fallen
I feel thee no more
On this day, I will mourn for thee
My heart falters and sinks into lowly depths
I have lost thee in presence
Thy touch I will crave, Thy passion I will thirst
But in my mind and burned in my heart
Thy memory will not falter
On this day, I will remember thee
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