Red Head Child
Part I of the "Tales of the Blood Sword"
She was born at howling grounds of battle
pain.
Born in blood, born in chaos, tears
rain.
Upbringing by ghosts of war, the wolfs.
Rise with strenght, rise with anger, unife
with truth.
Wash bloody past from gentle skin.
Live with nature, arm to arm, stick by
stick.
New moon rise, ritual start again from
now.
After many years she will uderstand her
faith.
Armies of kings, pawns of Gods.
Stand alone, eyes to eyes, sword to
sword.
New blood will flow, new life will born.
New age will come, dark days will go by.
The prophecy is fullfiling, red head child
will rise.
Lead armies of anger, lead armies of
truth.
Knock off pawns, shake fist to Gods.
Red head child chalange all to unfair
fight.
Terrify battle, rivers of blood, pyres of
corpse.
World is empty, the all start for new.
Next thousand years for next new moon,
The prophecy is fullfiling, red head child
has won.
Blood sword, dying rule.
Blood sword, honor for nothing.
Blood sword, new moon.
Blood sword, ocean of tears.
Thousand years come, now it’s our
time.
New pawns arive, new Gods have iron
rule.
Red head child sleep for all this time.
Now she must wake up, prophecy call.
Wake up Callissa.
Wake up...
It’s time to fight,
And maybe die.
Wake up...
Wake up Callissa.
No time to loose, no faith to choose.
Only one chance to victory again.
But ages pass, times heve change.
Humans liked fist of Gods, liked to be
terrorrize.
Red head child, born in flame.
Red head child, hand of law.
Red head child, defender of all.
Red head child, light in dark.
draco
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