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If you knew, what would you do?
Sometimes I truly wonder.
Always in the black of night
For she is ever my muse,
As I watch the sky, dark blue,
Stars and their endless yonder,
Wishing to be a brave knight
Not bearing any excuse.
What if I were brave enough?
Tell me, what would you do then?
What if I had the courage
To show, if push came to shove,
That I am not one to bluff
And to say, without the pen
– Far from its sure moorage -,
That you are the one I love?
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Life has been long though it feels short,
It’s been both empty and so full,
‘Till the end I shall hold the fort
Until th’trigger I cannot pull.
I know you think of me a fool
But I am a man of honor
So goodbye friend – Oh life is cruel! –
Now I shall wait in this manner
Until comes he, the destined knight,
The one to prevail in this fight,
No matter how long is the wait
This is my long-awaited fate.
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The monsters inside your head
Are but shadows of your dread,
Don’t fear the darkest of night
For it is then that comes light!
As the cold cloud lifts away
Freeing your soul from the grey
And your heart beats strong again,
And your eyes see yond the pain…
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“What does not kill us…”, as they say.
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In the heavens, stars are hidden,
Far over the misty valley
Night has come ever so slowly,
Now they awaken, the seven.
Soulless red eyes, always watching,
None can escape their piercing gaze,
Trapping them all inside the maze
Of their own lives, their thoughts catching.
Only a god or a madman
Would dare defy the curator,
Would dare to meet their creator,
To go back where it all began.
At first it was the only way,
Whether or not it was correct,
To keep them safe and to protect,
To keep the other ones at bay,
But as time passed it never stopped,
Dark waves, one after the other,
From the belly of earth mother
Until every freedom was dropped…
And now the seven awaken,
As the black veil covers the sky,
Far over the clouds, where stars fly;
Who can reclaim what was taken?
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The brighter the emotion
The greater the pain,
The darker the intention
The greater the gain,
On the faith of a million
They built foundation,
In this flowing vermilion
Of live temptation.
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J’ai toutes les merveilles du monde à mes pieds
Et sa magnificence s’étend sous mes yeux,
En cette froide nuit je me permet d’épier
L’univers qui m’entoure et tous ses oublieux.
Vagabondant les rues sous le vent froid du soir
A la mélodie d’une exaltante chanson
Je me laisse noyer dans ces couleurs et sons,
Pourtant en ce tableau rien ne semble me seoir,
Vivant et enchanteur, dont on peut célébrer
L’incroyable beauté; rien ne me fait vibrer.
Non pas que j’en sois las ou même qu’il m’écœure
Mais, plutôt que de l’admirer, je pense à toi,
– Éclipsant toute étoile qui là-haut chatoie –
Car c’est ta silhouette qui a pris mon cœur.
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There is this boy I like
Back home, in the country,
He is somewhat alike
A strong ancient oak tree:
So calm and collected
Yet fiery with passion,
His hair strangely ashen,
His smile long perfected.
I have sadly not seen
The object of my thoughts
For years but I have been
Since for him having hots.
I paint him in my sleep,
Sometimes his absence weep,
Has he wished my return
For as long, does he yearn?
Doubt is starting to grow
In my heart, somber throe,
But I cannot back out
Now it is far to late,
As I near the old gate
I must remain devout.
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Écrire c’est souffler la vie
À une créature étrange
Magnifique et pure, tel un ange,
Et puis la contempler ravi.
Créateur, forgeur des éthers,
Dieu parmi hommes et mortels,
Qui, de son orgueil délétère,
Tous les esprits martèle.
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Can you hear the hands of the clock
As they move round and round – tick tock – ?
You can run, you can hide and mock,
But never outrun the hours’ flock.
When on the door fate’s hands knock
None can quite live through the shock,
Among strange white groves we walk
Searching the key to our lock.
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Emmenez moi au pays des merveilles,
Emmenez moi tout au bout de la terre,
Emmenez moi là où tout émerveille,
Emmenez moi tout là haut dans l’éther,
Emmenez moi la où la mer est vieille,
Emmenez moi là-bas où l’on espère,
Emmenez moi par là où l’amour veille,
Emmenez moi là où l’homme se perd.
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Emmenez moi là… où tous nos ancêtres, de géants guerriers celtes, après de grandes batailles se sont imposés en maîtres !
Tales of Ore 