Sad2 - Celtic Song

Child of mine, take this sword
And protect those that you adore

Swords, and arrows, cut to the core
Adventure is not from the floor
The pub is not the real battleground
Charge, demand take the town

Tighten up your bow young one
You are not the chosen one
Die alone with everyone you love

Your houses are burned to the ground
No one is left around
Your family
Your son
Your daughter too
Are all corpses
Along with you

Tighten up your bow young one
You are not the chosen one
Die alone with everyone you love

Goblins come from the depths of their graves
Zombies rise and take their name
The monsters of night, of light, of spite
Will crash the party tonight

Rise your sword from your own grave
Take back the family name
You must fight
You must die
Your not a peasant boy

Written by:
Sad2

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