There on the wind
Held by a string
The clouds are passing
Over the kingdom
The shadow beckons from the forest
But it does not deter the light
And so the story tells
of a Stallion’s travels
Into the caverns, and through the caves
Marching on and on
Our hero grows weary
in the world that he made
trudging through somber
life that had decayed
Where are we now?
Where will we go?
Flying kites
Through every feat and foe.
—
The morning dew
hoof to grass
The Hell we’ve set
Into Heaven’s mass
The limelight sparkles
on a tortured blade.
Small talk for the wind
A language once forbade
—
Our hero grows weary
in the world that he made
trudging through somber
life that had decayed
Where are we now?
Where will we go?
Flying kites
Through every feat and foe..
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