My proud roar tears the quiet of night
Unafraid of darkness, unafraid to fight
The heart of a lion rages within
Are you the one to be my kin?
So hail and tremble at my call
Dare anyone question my pride?
My face is easy to draw
Yet my honour is mine to hide.
Lionheart, wrought of honour, pride and steel
Chainmail armour able to feel
A noble crusader for his cause
Bemoan the day that he falls...
posted by quatscherei @ 22:46
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