One day, little boys were teched.
In the school of a little village...
Blood dripped from a paper cut on my finger
that my favorite book gave me...
I remember well
The depths of hell...
The dark stone
Howling wind...
Linger longer, dearheart mine,
And warm me with your form...
*With his eyes closed, he whispered*...send me...
When i shed a tear
A fairy drops dead...
Your lips, cold against my skin.
Your arms, wrapped around me...
Accuse the lone women and burn her at the stake
To convict her you will do whatever it takes...
Awakened abruptly in lonely night
Eerie sounds unfamiliar to ones ear...
A man so brave,
a man so dark...
It's the scar that defines us-
the perpetual reminder of a fatal encounter...