samedi 1 juillet 2023

The one.

TREES

Nina Milady My Love

I AM... đŸ‘»

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

Lisboa

Un Trois

Un Droit

Dieu et Mon Droit

Un Roi

Mon Droit au Ciel



Warrior


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!

Canada and Australia Embassies


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                                         Bruce Dickinson

Taking the Queen

Who stole your heartbeat in the night? The acolytes fearful in the flickering light They hold a mirror, to catch the breath from your mouth But your breath was stolen, by the wind from the south Another winter's tale is done, your immortal lover - he's gone The chalice stolen from her hand, eternal life at her command Now all that she rules, must sleep... The howling shriek of death in your eyes The hawklord and the beast, enter your room The gold will turn to rust Your empire follows you, into your tomb The wraiths of night caress, And whisper softly now "We are the dead" They bear your life away, they tear your heart in two They've taken the queen To some better place, so they think, as the flame burns low Now the flame burns higher and it purifies the love that died A stone rolls closed on a life Back to the earth, sealing the tomb Our skeletons rise through the veil of blood, Who summons us now from our graves? "We are the dead" The shriek of death in your eyes, the hawklord and the beast, Enter your room The wraiths of night caress, and whisper softly now "We are the dead" They bear your life away, they've torn your heart in two They've taken the queen












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