Dear old mother
I'm gonna make you very proud
But dear old
I feel strange
Afraid of getting old
Turning fat, turning bold
My heart
Warrior, like a warrior
You were a warrior, like a warrior
Am
Down the meanders of myselfto be mirrored in my soulI
I drink the last drop of your bloodI licked your
Act I"Vexilla reis Prodeunt Inferni"(Dante Alighieri, Inferno canto XXXIV v
Before the beginning of timenothing was written yetthe desiples of
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