Know, we could meet, one lonely day,
On shores of grey or stones of old,
In distant past or coming fold,
And rule this land, for we shall stay.

We could join hands and be a pair
Of lovers bound to endless joy,
In harmony, with love as toy,
And ever play, for we shall dare.

We could be true to ancient tales,
Of horses proud and wolves on guard,
Promising strong and loving hard,
And share this truth without the nails.

Know, we could meet, and greet the night,
On foreign shores and unknown stones,
In gallows high we’ll lift these bones,
And rule this love, without a fright.


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