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letra de titles are dumb... just listen to the song - julian jefko

she roams through the land with a stone in her hand/
running from the kings and their challengers, trying to/
find a balance between the metarons and aliesters, both/
are in pursuit with a caliber that could outmatch/
30 .30 calibers and the strength of talos/
while holding excalibur, how she took it/
was crooked, she put her foot in the footing, and swinging hooks/
without looking and then she booked it to the palace of ithamar/, the king, whom she bestowed with the stone/
the story goes that the king is in abundance sitting/
in his cribbage, and he’s always calling muggins by swinging/
the swords of his slaves, who would bring a morgue/
then it’s singing galore, for that glutton as he drinks/
as he drinks all the blood that their fingers have poured, she hates it/
but loves it, hates how he’s corrupted and drunken/
of power and destruction, but she loves that he can chug it/
for her, a way to more; for him, it paved the way/
to wage a war, that stone was her father’s, what it stored/
made and formed by the power of the storms, and his kingdom/
would be k!lled by the loudest of their roars regardless/
she brings it inherits the kingship, astonished/
by power that’s on it, she sinks in/
after being lost in the greed and the l-st/
she ponders and thinks of an honest distinction/
between her and the one of the throne/
doing dirt so the former had come to erode/
in other words, her past self had flew to the moon/
or maybe it was buried with her father’s sarcophagus/
she threw in a tomb, no more beauties in the beast/
a need for some peace, and a need to be freed/
a need for her griefs to just fall asleep/
made her run away, so now…/
she roams through the land with a stone in her hand/
and with nowhere to go she goes to the man/
she opposed, to his grave, and sulks where she stands/
the throes of the stone had provoked her to slam/
it to earth, didn’t know she was fanning the flame/
the throne she broke had approached and advanced/
along with their foes she controlled and those foes/
turn faux in the sense they condone the slaying/
of their queen, hopeless and d-mned as their focus/
enchanced, she scrammed to the oceans and foam/
by the sand or she tried, but she froze like hypnosis’/
hand, had choked her, entranced

(hebrew here, will put it in later)

opponents united, they made her days shorter/
than the solstice, formerly effulgent, darkness/
had engulfed, the master whose crafts couldn’t last her/
the past it had catched her and and now all the slaves
are the last ones laughing like… (ha-ha!)

- julian jefko

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