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Though my soul may fear the darkness, fear the time with no light;
my eyes love the sight of stars too much to fear the night.
The undead rise, they want to make me pay,
and I have to - I cannot disobey.
They don't know I've paid already -
in the time of my biggest need.
When Master's sword wasn't ready,
I had to do my good deed.
For that I paid, for that I bled,
from the white came cherry red.
I did not know that snow can bleed,
I never thought that's my deed.
A face of friend, it was all a lie,
he was my Master and I his spy.
His servant, his good slave,
free to use, when he wasn't brave.
And when fear poisoned his heart,
I was the one to face the darkness.
That's what I was for - that was my part;
to face their swords' sharpness.
For that I paid, for that I bled,
from the white came cherry red.
I did not know that snow can bleed,
I never thought that's my deed.
Tonight I face the darkness again,
alone like the moon in the sky.
I am not prepared for more pain,
but I can't run - I am Master's spy.
The question is; was my Master ever brave?
Did he do anything else than use his slave?
For that I paid, for that I bled, from the white came cherry red,
I did not know that snow can bleed, I never thought that's my deed.
If you noticed any gramatical mistakes , please write them down in comments!
Thank you for reading!
my eyes love the sight of stars too much to fear the night.
The undead rise, they want to make me pay,
and I have to - I cannot disobey.
They don't know I've paid already -
in the time of my biggest need.
When Master's sword wasn't ready,
I had to do my good deed.
For that I paid, for that I bled,
from the white came cherry red.
I did not know that snow can bleed,
I never thought that's my deed.
A face of friend, it was all a lie,
he was my Master and I his spy.
His servant, his good slave,
free to use, when he wasn't brave.
And when fear poisoned his heart,
I was the one to face the darkness.
That's what I was for - that was my part;
to face their swords' sharpness.
For that I paid, for that I bled,
from the white came cherry red.
I did not know that snow can bleed,
I never thought that's my deed.
Tonight I face the darkness again,
alone like the moon in the sky.
I am not prepared for more pain,
but I can't run - I am Master's spy.
The question is; was my Master ever brave?
Did he do anything else than use his slave?
For that I paid, for that I bled, from the white came cherry red,
I did not know that snow can bleed, I never thought that's my deed.
If you noticed any gramatical mistakes , please write them down in comments!
Thank you for reading!
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