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Albums:   FROM NORTH
Bands:   From North
Artists:   From North

Lyrics: Mead Of Poetry

Mead of Poetry

It may be I bleed down your blade
I will kneel, not to be afraid
In my pride a poem I will share
Act of respect, up to you to spare (up to you to

I got a taste, this mead of poetry
And as I speak, come rhyming words for me
Like winter brook, still flows under the ice
Can I draw a tear, run down from your eyes

Strengths in words conquer sharpest sword
Between foes, friendship be restored
Then we drink mead for us who stood
For the poetry, sealed our brotherhood


"I get slain, your furious gain
My bane, no grudge, oh bane
My heart will embrace your sword
Never to remain"

Gain my sympathy with your poetry

There's no pride for me, slay a man like thee
Have our horns refilled, mead be drunk this guild
We forever share, how you fled despair

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