An
anger moves a mountain,
Where
and when we come to see.
Told,
lost, lived, once more sold,
Given
to a pallid foe,
No
friend of mine,
Who'd
undermined,
And
cast a spell of slander.
Leapt
to a tidal dawn,
Once
upon a frosty morn',
My
fears became a fury,
And
nothing passed my way.
Lived,
loved, stolen, gone for good,
My
hopes are dashed in dust,
Where
ever my spirits rust,
And
I'd become a Devil's trust.
Coppery
fire is mine tonight,
I
fight to light passions fame,
And
make for myself,
An
honoured name, a game
But
not for the shame.
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