She came to me one morning One lonely Sunday morning Her long hair flowing In the midwinter wind I know not how she found me For in darkness I was walking And destruction lay around me From a fight I could not win Ah ah ah ... She asked me name my foe then I said the need within some men To fight and kill their brothers Without thought of love or God And I begged her give me horses To trample down my enemy So eager was my passion To devour this waste of life Ah ah ah ... But she would
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