Oh bloody crafty villain,
Who had shed sacred blood.
What had he done to you that you stole his last breath?
My father, my companion, my ally, my throne
We escaped to the woods
Dashing upon the chilled humidity
His kingdom afforested
Our mare met and fed on the olive pasture
Silence
Then he told me I was going to be Scotland’s wise ruler
He laid firm my grounds
And taught me the formula
The way to realm
It was the one being who saw through my physical
Dug deeper to understand me
Grasped my faults and flaws
Then his spirit flew to heaven and earth shook
Disorder reins in Scotland for he has vanished
Speechlessly
Forever
But his spirit shall haunt the victim forever
And when his spirit dies mine will haunt thy murderer evermore
He shall never lie at rest
For he has stole the countries queen
My father hear me now
I have one last remark
I must flee and veil
For danger besieges in Scotland
I shall return hereafter
When as per the precise clock
To reclaim thy kingdom to its fullest
In thy name I ask for valor and direction
Lead my way
Rest mine existence in your hands
Dearest vicar
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JnyOqAiFyKc
(written by Estera Musiala)
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