Warbalist - The Pony [FoE:PH] | Текст песни

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• The Pony [FoE:PH]

Pony, Pony, rage resound
In the stable underground,
What immortal horn or hoof
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what fallen city or land
Did your spirit break so grand?
How much pain did you endure
To protect and life secure?

And what friends and what love
Could lift your heart up above?
And when your tears began to fall,
What dread sorrow held you in thrall?

What the shotgun? What the flame?
In what torment birth your shame?
That the rifle? What dread eye
Guides your bullets as they fly?

When your guns and pistols roar
And promise doom and death in store
Do you smile, your work to see?
Do you kill, to be set free?

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