Black Knight
Dangling dagger above the clouds, We are so free yet so beaten down, See my reflection, in this liquid sky, and we will not, ever, ever die for you, Black soldier, killer of the urge, Can you feel what you dont know, or your glance became so stern, As we ran down the fertile land, i smiled upon you, and you killed me
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