My wounds bleed, While I expire, Here in the rivers of blood, Serounded from all sides By the essence of death. Still your blury image is infront of my eyes, I know soon it will be gone, There where defeted warriors go. And I die with your name on my lips, Here - by the dead foes. So short time is left, And all storrys will be told. I only regret Not to watch our children grow. My happiness was by your side But my honnor is right here. I protected'em both, Proud to die for my oath.Birth sign: Cancer
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