Albion

Here there's nothing else to explain or remember, Exclude the magnificent thing: An Umbrella. It tricky transforms 'Girl' into 'Cinderella' And perfectly can hide your face. Through grave, unavoidable sky's tears shower This land everyday drinks a portion of power And stand strong and brave on the edge out of nowhere For centuries to win the race. The only path here which has once been taken Can't end or erase unless you have made it. But without the strongest intention to break it You won't see the future ahead. However, to read hundreds of ancient stories, Antheming the National Grandeur and Glory, And want to forget them because they're boring You must be completely a Mad. 20.07.2012. NikA