Fatal Black And tans


There is not enough for the soul to capture the cure

This one tells a story of how we used to be

Keep the memories I’ll take mine to the grave

You’ll always have my love

Revenge had always been to get even

Highlands away from the shore

Uneven land, trenched enemy

Ambush from the grass

So long black and tans

All of the passion succeeding command

Trust has never been long outstanding

Among the gardens of betrayal

Even though you’re gone you’ll always be here with me

remembrance of friend

Long standing enemy

Even though you’ve changed I will remember you all the same

On the other side mistaken

Berried bones of your own

All this lands stories cry through the full moon pagan night

Circle has been drawn, we chant and call each other by name

The memory will live on


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