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Yorick
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At Supper
Under the chant of an angel's dirge Pealing the crosses of the nameless graves The mournful cross with wilted wreath on the head Under the dusty tombstone Soldier lies in the Earth
Cold like the senseless moon With the last dream he sleeps A fat worm with his sate snoot In his body gently creeps Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
So many times he conquered the lands In the name of Christ With a sword in his hand Once so brave in the battles and wars Now tranquil he lies as a supper for worms
***By Renatxinha_Malakian***
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