For all that we have done wrong in this world will thy remember what all we have done right.
The worst price we have paid for our honor and for the brethren of the night. That was the something none of us brethren could have ever paid. That price thence maybe called love.
Love has tormented our soul just the same as the pain of lost. Blinded by our pride, by our honor we gave in to the darkness. And because of it we have suffered greatly at its feet.
We are few and old as time we are known by many and by the few. We have been hidden only to those who seek us. We are the Guardians of blood.
We are the nothing that lurks in the night. To have found us in your darkest of hours your deeds will be that of myth.
The horror of the events that have unfolded in the blink of the minds eye made many flee but the oath many of us vowed. DARKNESS BEFORE DISHONOR.
We are the fallen.
THE FALLEN WARRIOR
10/20/07
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You already know that I like this one... LOL
and you put up part two with all that fun jazz as well... LOL
LURV IT... and you are lucky you are still alive right now, sweetheart.... -_-
When the Darkness rises we will not shiver.
Ravage by love. Stricken by the fear of never seeing her again, she my love she my life. Always looking for my freedom from this pain this suffering.
Killed by your pain, reborn by and reforged by your suffering i live here in this world. Doomed to never again live free.
With my might, with my power i stand here on the vast wasteland of eternity wondering if i will ever be rid of this darkness that has forged the man i am today.
With my pain i live. With my burden I must carry it to the end of my days. We are all children of the darkness in some ways. It is up to whom we are to think it and make it be so.
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