Fire N Passion
Fire n passion
I lived an died an was crucified,
and fought with fire an passion,
slaughtered, gore n death came for,
till we had received our ration :(
we held the line on the mountainside,
a cleft between two hills,
the blood ran down the mountainside,
the little pools were filled,
but they came again the gamest men,
my sword it snapped in two,
I caught up another’s broad sword,
And the leader, I ran him through,
We fought all day, till they went away,
It was too slippery to walk,
The blood ran down the mountain trail,
And the Crows came there, aaark orc.
Don Johnson
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