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Nothing is lost

in this warriors time

Where the stiked hills

by thunder recall

The deeds of ancient heroes,

promised to death

For defending their gods

nothing is more felt

of the pulsing of a wounded heart

and two afraid eyes

But they are just moments

that are enough to defeat

The desire to win

One man on another one

Who is an enemy at the moment

It doesn't matter of the pain

A warrior is able to love even this

Nothing is lost but the death