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    The Edge

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    Додана 1 вересня 2011 користувачем Iron Man

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    Nightfall in my hall, all I can do is recall as I sit alone in the
    Darkness, I confess, my part was not any less than whose I was forced to impress
    It was a year ago, I left my heart behind to return, with a longing did I burn, I meant to return
    And now a year has gone and everything has changed for the worse and it's on me like a curse, things changed for the worse
    Sentenced to the death by the Thing, four conspirators 'gainst our king
    Led by Son of the Wolf they're just four blood brothers going over the edge
    Eggin tykist mær bert ein gátt, sorgin skipar lagnutáttin
    Sjálvur yrkti eg niðurlag, frítt er Eystfellið frá at fara
    Brátt er vísan øll og tøgn, hoyrdist tá ið kalda lagnan
    Leiddi teir í Runsival, meg bert niðan á hægsta valaknúk
    I see no other way than on, what will they say when I am gone
    I want my memory to be mild, I want it to glow
    Upon my pages blood is stained, this way some honour will remain
    But I did cause the death of a child both you and I know
    And when they came to bleed me dry, I only wonder why did I
    On that Easter morn' for the love of my life not vie
    Let them kill me just the same, I should have lied and played their game
    It is a lesser sin than what I have done since that day
    It won't go away, nothing I can say save lay down and pray
    What came from within, what came from without,
    I can't be about, myself do I doubt ever since that day
    Sentenced to the death by the Thing, four conspirators 'gainst our king
    Led by Son of the Wolf they're just four blood brothers going over the edge
    Eggin tykist mær bert ein gátt, sorgin skipar lagnutáttin
    Sjálvur yrkti eg niðurlag, frítt er Eystfellið frá at fara
    Brátt er vísan øll og tøgn, hoyrdist tá ið kalda lagnan
    Leiddi teir í Runsival, meg bert niðan á hægsta valaknúk
    New day, we all pay for our mistakes on our way; lead me up the hillside at
    Daybreak, my mistake, don't shed a tear at my wake, just believe it's for my own sake
    No turning back now
    No tears at my wake, I'll pay for my vow
    Just march up the hill till we reach the end
    Transmigration calls, I long to ascend
    It's for my own sake
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