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In the darkness of night, who would hear soft pleadings whispered to the moon.
Β Β Β Asking of stories long since told.
Β Β Β Asking of hope for those long since without faith.
Soft pleadings falling from murmured lips, bracing for a bitter glory and a sweet defeat.
Crying out;Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Restore our hope! Restore our hope!
In the soft glow of the morning, who would hear tears falling on silk sheets.Β Β Β
Β Β Β Mourning for lives long since lived.Β Β Β
Β Β Β Mourning for ships long since sailed west.
Salt diamonds crawling down ivory skin, remains of a bitter glory and a sweet defeat.
Crying out:Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Save my kin! Save my kin!
In the heat of the afternoon, who would listen to battle cries shouted in rage.
Β Β Β Clamors of battles long since fought.
Β Β Β Clamors of swords long since broken.
Crimson light illuminating silver steel, aftermath of a bitter glory and a sweet defeat
Crying out;Β Β Β Β Β Β Β For our glory! For our glory!
But who will hear?
- a ballad of bitter glory, by nelly
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