The Probationer and the Priestess
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Описание
| Japan |
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| The clouds are gray, and on his way
Notorious spirits arise to play Around this isle, where once the bile Of the god of War surveyed every mile Although uncertain he decides to go His hope is simple: to stand in a row Of knights and swords and bows A black nightmare freezes her hair It almost seizes her mind so rare As every night a trace of light Takes her alone in an eerie sight And in her vision lies a maid so frail An incantaion echoes like the wail Of people worn and pale Waiting for his return, a boy plays Tunes that take him back to the days Of the Great Six, the brilliant epic never fades She knows for whom she'll face the doom As long as this isle is someone's tomb He wonders why they all come by To help him, though his ideal so high She never hesitates to exercise Her mystic insight and to help the wise From Fate she never hides Waiting for his return, a boy sings Songs the ancients sang for their kings To his lute swirls the air And you may hear the rings La, la, la... And you may hear the rings La, la, la... And you may hear the rings |