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The Huntsman
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14 June 2012 @ 10:42 pm
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14 June 2012 @ 10:34 pm
Who will you be when faced with the end?
The end of a kingdom,
The end of good men,
Will you run?
Will you hide?
Or will you hunt down evil with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
Rise to the winter sky,
Rise to the calling,
Make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel,
Because death is hungry mouth
And you are an apple.
So who will you be when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
And the shadows descend.
Will you cower?
Or will you fight?
Is your heart made of glass?
Or a pure Snow White?
The end of a kingdom,
The end of good men,
Will you run?
Will you hide?
Or will you hunt down evil with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
Rise to the winter sky,
Rise to the calling,
Make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel,
Because death is hungry mouth
And you are an apple.
So who will you be when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
And the shadows descend.
Will you cower?
Or will you fight?
Is your heart made of glass?
Or a pure Snow White?