MAN OF WAR

 

 

Once there was a place for me back home

When I was born

An infant of Rome

 

Childhood was gone in a breath of warm air

And full age came in the coldness of crusade

A man of war

Required to slay with the slaughters in Spain

To see what I must see and live what I must live

A man of war

A victor of virtue

 

A victim of remembrance

 

As for my sons of blood will find my heart in death

As way I bleed in spiteful regret

For what one does is blameless to hate

For what one does is fadeless in fate

And some things

Be it righteous or wrong

Will forever in part

 

Haunt my heart

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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