Arrows tipped with the bill
The Enemies will fall at his hands at his will
Outside their sanctums with a vengeful gaze
The Lion in their hearts roared for their presence
IT ROARED for their presence where we stood
instead of their presence in their hoods
The green hoods with their black hearts
trapped behind a hostile battlement
where few leave psychologically in whole but in pieces
anger hidden within all their hearts and it could never pull a freeman
they called for an end to the childish games
They call out for an end to the ravage pain
They brabble all they want but only move from centimeters to inches
They craved for a fresh sunbeam to make at least one gleam
But they couldn't hear the The Wilhelm Scream
The Enemies will fall at his hands at his will
Outside their sanctums with a vengeful gaze
The Lion in their hearts roared for their presence
IT ROARED for their presence where we stood
instead of their presence in their hoods
The green hoods with their black hearts
trapped behind a hostile battlement
where few leave psychologically in whole but in pieces
anger hidden within all their hearts and it could never pull a freeman
they called for an end to the childish games
They call out for an end to the ravage pain
They brabble all they want but only move from centimeters to inches
They craved for a fresh sunbeam to make at least one gleam
But they couldn't hear the The Wilhelm Scream
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