wallace- not finished

a shining beauty in my mind

weathered in rivers of time

a fallen angel bearing witness

to our hopelessness

a vengeful god from her clan

riding for her hand

the bleeding beauty hit the ground

strange new passions found

the vengeful god rides for pain

revenge for the slain

ride unto the bastard's crown

beat the evil down

cut them like the grass

shattered like the glass

the lord shall pay god a blood tax

bodies on the grass

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