Forgotten on a freezing sun
Sinking into a godless storm
where a lovesick dying man
survives by hopping in his home
With crutches made by a ghost of youth
and leader the strangest curse
guarding our first fall off the roof
pierced in pain by a quality scarce
I wish I'd die by a soldier death
getting erased from the bitter files
willing to rescue my fame that's left
fooled to be one of the knights
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