Name

Nanman The Legend

Description

I see the torchlights,
I hear voices echo from the past,
I see black angels washed in silver rays,
Embracing beauty and crushing slaves,

I see a spectre, I watch it grow,
I see great armies lost in the snow,
Their faces torn like a bloody veil,
And history's winds blow betrayal,

Beneath where lovers walk the dead do sleep,
They catch the tears that lovers weep,
In this soulless age of broken dreams,
But from the shadows, an accusing scream,
Whereon blood stood,
Against gold.

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