The night was clear.
The moonlight shone through the clouds,
Falling gently on the forest floor.
Just like a feather falls,
On a windless day.
Gently, yes it falls gently.
The moonlight shone through the clouds,
Falling gently on the forest floor.
Just like a feather falls,
On a windless day.
Gently, yes it falls gently.
On the edge of the forest, fireflies danced about merrily.
Their soft silvery glow,
Created the mirage
Of the boundless starry sky,
That stretched across the distant horizon.
The sky was vast, the sky was limitless.
Their soft silvery glow,
Created the mirage
Of the boundless starry sky,
That stretched across the distant horizon.
The sky was vast, the sky was limitless.
There is a common saying among the village-folk,
They say that on nights like these,
The seraphs gaze down upon the mortal world,
Searching for wicked souls.
Who knows whether it is true or not,
The village-folks are wont to say such things.
The village-folks lie, the village folks are sinful.
They say that on nights like these,
The seraphs gaze down upon the mortal world,
Searching for wicked souls.
Who knows whether it is true or not,
The village-folks are wont to say such things.
The village-folks lie, the village folks are sinful.
At a corner of the forest,
That later came to be known as the lovelorn forest,
There stood a maiden.
She stood there like a heavenly figurine.
Some figurines may have a life, but this figurine had a soul.
That later came to be known as the lovelorn forest,
There stood a maiden.
She stood there like a heavenly figurine.
Some figurines may have a life, but this figurine had a soul.
HER EYES WERE BRIGHTER THAN THE STARS THAT SHINE
ABOVE MANY STRANGE LANDS AND SACRED SHRINES
ABOVE MANY STRANGE LANDS AND SACRED SHRINES
HER HAIR WAS DARKER THAN THE DARKEST NIGHT
THAT HIDES ALL EVIL FROM PEOPLE'S SIGHT
THAT HIDES ALL EVIL FROM PEOPLE'S SIGHT
A FROWN UPON HER BROW COULD RING
DISASTER THROUGH ALL NATURE'S STRING
DISASTER THROUGH ALL NATURE'S STRING
SHE HAD A BEAUTY THAT CAN PUT THE GODS TO SHAME
THE MYSTIC FAIRIES WHISPER HER NAME
THE MYSTIC FAIRIES WHISPER HER NAME
The maiden gazed at the distant horizon.
Her eyes were full of hope and longing,
There was also a hint of anxiety and fear in them.
As the war is blind, it does not distinguish friend from foe;
It does not spare a pauper neither is it lenient towards a prince.
Blood carves for blood, tears yearn for forgiveness.
Her eyes were full of hope and longing,
There was also a hint of anxiety and fear in them.
As the war is blind, it does not distinguish friend from foe;
It does not spare a pauper neither is it lenient towards a prince.
Blood carves for blood, tears yearn for forgiveness.
Providence is an unpredictable, dastardly entity.
It can shower a wicked man with wealth,
And it can rob an innocent man of everything that he holds dear.
And the fate of a man fighting a war,
Is guided by this bungling oaf called Providence.
Such being the case, sometimes in a war,
A slash of a solder can kill the king.
It can shower a wicked man with wealth,
And it can rob an innocent man of everything that he holds dear.
And the fate of a man fighting a war,
Is guided by this bungling oaf called Providence.
Such being the case, sometimes in a war,
A slash of a solder can kill the king.
While at times, an iron brigade guided by a mighty general,
Is unable to harm a pimp protected by drunkards.
Thus at times a war can look more like a dark comedy.
A melodrama, majority of whose actors are gory puppets,
And the puppeteers are sadistic, gaudy clowns.
Is unable to harm a pimp protected by drunkards.
Thus at times a war can look more like a dark comedy.
A melodrama, majority of whose actors are gory puppets,
And the puppeteers are sadistic, gaudy clowns.
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