She came to me one morning
One lonely Sunday morning
Her long hair flowing
In the midwinter wind
I know not how she found me
For in darkness I was walking
And destruction lay around me
From a fight I could not win
Ah ah ah ...
She asked me name my foe then
I said, the need within some men
to fight and kill their brothers
without thought of love or God
And I begged her give me horses
To trample down my enemies
So eager was my passion
To devour this waste of life
Ah ah ah ...
But she wouldn't think of battle that
Reduces men to animals
would
words
within
windy
watched
trust
turned
trample
thought
there
their
stood
wisely
spoke
drink
without
think
numbers
assured
devour
cried
waste
until
feared
destruction
deeply
could
battle
strength
animals
asked
fight
begged
impossible
black
alone
brothers
again
though
darkness
eager
morning
easier
enemies
begin
faith
having
heart
courage
flowing
found
filled
labour
hello
misconception
walking
horses
counselled
midwinter
around
lonely
mother
disappear
comes
passion
sunday
prize
reduces
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