Humid sky looks a little colder
He's been wandering for awhile
Out of strength from the soldiers
Who've moved boulders for miles
Called himself a warrior
Gave into to no quarter
After the rebels were taken
Lined up on the side of cliffs
In these hills, black hills,
Son of a freeman
Never was a slave
But to the warrior ethos
He died in bloodshed
And that spot where he lay
Blessed and cursed were his days
Blessed and cursed were his days
When he laid down his sword
He didn't swear off his ways
Now in the eyes of the soldier
Surrender is the route that paves
good intentions of hell
in camps and prison
instead of rolling hills and empty space
Son of a freeman
Never was a slave
Was looking to the west
to the stone of shadows
and the black hills where he used to lay
Son of a freeman
Never was a slave
First and last warrior
Nobody held up his ways
Black hills, these black hills
2007-06-28
16:14:42
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7 answers
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Anonymous
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Society & Culture
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I think it is about doing what one has to do and it can never be glorified. I would not glorify war. It is more about a celebration of victory that leads to peace but really about a man's life without passing judgment or glorifying it.
2007-06-28
16:33:54 ·
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