#fst.

[nobodyexpectsthe]

okay here's the final & now i'm diving into my drafts.

[melloincholy]

And I have lost your face It slips between my fingers now And all the world is gray As though you took the colors with you When you went and passed away I remember how the bedroom looked When you left to see your lord The sheets were a mess And your clothes were all wrecked In a pile by the door

[melloincholy]

Now it's time to rise up Or it's time to stand down And the answer is easy to see And I swear by the sword If you're in, get on board Are you ready?

[melloincholy]

I can still hear your feet as you ran from the house Knowing you won’t be back doesn’t mean that I will stop waiting You told me then, hold me down, hold me up to the fire But don’t you dare hold me back Whoa… I see your face's in the clouds that scar the night And I pray to whoever is listening things’ll be all right Then today I wake up feeling easy And find I’m on the more familiar roads I got a darkness wrapped inside me But now it ain’t so hard to let it go So keep a candle burning in the window I’m almost home

[chthonicsurge]

I come from a Russian horror fairytale, it doesn't matter where you're from I am not afraid of daylight, there is enough darkness here The world gives you everything you ask for, but takes it all away when you least expect I don't play your games, you'll be dead one day

Touch me, it's real me, it's real me It is me who comes to you in dreams, it's real me, it's real me

[elgaravallas]

Ach bhí glórtha fó 'nar measc A sheas go cróga ar son a gceart Daoin' nár úlla' riamh gu-aon rí Daoin' nar theastaigh uathu cónaí faoi A d'éir amach 's a chua' sa mbearna bhaol A' tabhairt a saol A' giarra fonn na saoirse

[elgaravallas]

Siúil, siúil, siúil a rún, Siúil go socair agus siúil go ciúin, Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom, ‘S go dté tú a mhúirnín, slán.

I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel, I'll sell my only spinning wheel, To take away the sword of steel ‘S go dté tú a mhúirnín, slán.

[elgaravallas]

Ach dún do shúil(e) go ciúin Agus samhlaigh Go bhfuil sí fós a'inn inár gcroí(the) 'S bí brionglóid go suan Agus cuimhnigh Bhí sí linn ón gcéad lá riamh