Thank you. Where you waste, but what forst wrench will it taste? Then honry's under mighty hold, those will fight for those will fall. For those will fight for those will fall. While Lord with his will love you, each man guess his fated share. A broad red search, the wire shield. Ravens can debattle field. Ravens can debattle field. With beaten blades, our thread of thread, till armed in gas, I've wondered then, in honry's eye, I'm too mighty in hold. For those will fight for those will fall. For those will fight for those will fall. Where honry's under mighty hold, those will fight for those will fall.