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Falconer Among Beggars And Thieves

road with the golden bricks To the glory and the fame. Yesterday's hero sits quiet and low. Promises of future lies shattered like broken glass. Lonely and

Night turns to day, dark turns to light. End to the beginning on the other side of right. Wielder of steel, tier of ropes. The hooded slayer without shame and

of Sorrow There are whispers and sighs From burning anguish and dismay. From the protection of walls Beheld the blood stained plains Reeking of sacrifice's shame. Children and

Taxes raised by the union king, A blockade in his back for the days of the wars. - No importation and no exportation is making the nation bleed. Yet

Years of famine and years of sigh Reaps our land that fell from crest. Creatures, serfs and men hanged high Yet no remedy. What will ever please our

Vi Salde Vara Hemman och gav oss sedan ut, Som fagelen bortflyger, nar sommaren tar slut. Han kommer en gang ater nar varen skrider fram, Men vi fa aldrig