TREES
Nina Milady My Love
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I was in the world war six.
The Islander
An old man by a seashore at the end of day Gazes the horizon with sea winds in his face Tempest-tossed island, seasons all the same Anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name Sea without a shore for the banished one unheard He lightens the beacon, light at the end of world Showing the way, lighting hope in their hearts The ones on their travels homeward from afar Well, this is for long-forgotten light at the end of the world Horizon crying the tears he left behind long ago The albatross is flying, making him daydream The time before he became one of the world's unseen Princess in the tower, children in the fields Life gave him it all, an island of the universe Now his love's a memory, a ghost in the fog He sets the sails one last time, saying "farewell" to the world Anchor to the water, seabed far below Grass still in his feet, and a smile beneath his brow This is for long-forgotten light at the end of the world Horizon crying the tears he left behind so long ago So long ago So long ago This is for long-forgotten light at the end of the world Horizon crying the tears he left behind so long ago So long ago
Un Trois
Un Droit
Dieu et Mon Droit
Un Roi
Mon Droit au Ciel
Blackened sky a final flash Death is in the air Warriors without a face Destruction everywhere Silent falls the hammer No one hears the cries No escaping from this hell Your prayers won't be heard... so die Brainless cruel commanders Sending death and pain Soldier only robots Fight for their life in vain Silent falls the hammer No one hears the cries No escaping from this hell Your prayers won't be heard... so die Die now, die, warrior! Die now, die, warrior! Somewhere in a shelter sit the men Who hold your fate in this hands Playin' chess and you're the loser You're a small pawn in their game Somewhere in a shelter sit the men And they don't realize A war without survivors is a fight That's never won... so die! Barren land desolate waste Destruction is complete Survivors creepin' through the ruins Decaying flesh and meat Somewhere in a shelter
Some pigs are still alive And they still play the game
They won't give a damn... so die! Die now, die, warrior! Die now, die, warrior!
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