Moonshield
“Tired of dull ages, I walk the same ground,
Collecting the tragedies still
Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind
Carried my cross to the hill
And how I lust for the dance and the fire
Deep of the nectarine sunset to drink
Spill me the wind and its fire
To steal of the colors – I’m the moonshield
Shattered hope became my guide
And grief and pain my friends
A brother pact in a blood-ink penned
Declare my silent end” – In Flames
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