Glorious times

Glorious times

When your hand strokes the lines
And despair has reached its limit...
Return to glorious times
when the Blood hunger pangs hit

I'm here to guide you into the jungles
Coward Tarant, will steal your eagles,
that you have been building for centuries
Who will protect, from above, your cities

The enemy has dared and does not regret
the offense is so immense and so great
saddle the horses,... that return the drums
O my heart have just a fun in this bad times!

Hamid Misk