All this i have posted is subject to change.
The bitter smoke swirling in the air had just vanished into the death and dark encrusted night as Bruenn had sat onto the seemingly sturdy carved dead wood log. Sifting through the soot and embers to keep a steady dim on the fire bright enough to see, Bruenn had been poking at the burning pile of ash long enough to decide it had been diminished. Tugging his tattered and stained deer hide cloak he bent over to grab his rifle, which he had nicknamed Martha. Martha was a rather beautiful and angelic object to behold in what was now Eona. Martha had been crafted by Bruenn’s grandfather - a master blacksmith. Bruenn’s name was engraved on the right gold plated panel in the midst of angled lines, curves and indistinguishable figures. He pulled Martha, which was his only friend and companion closer to him and held it like a little girl holds her doll after a nightmare, or how a merchant holds his coin. He had turned to his tent, a bear-hide insulated canvas cover that had endured endless torture from the wind, rain and hail. He slowly paced himself toward it, with his rifle still in hand. After creeping quietly from the dead log to his tent Bruenn sat down on the tanned hide and cluttered leaves he called home and gently placed Martha next to his bed as if it was going to sleep. He noticed his satchel was where it had always been, hidden behind a ripped part of the canvas which had fallen inward.
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After it's over,
once it's done.
No accusations
just sensational sun.
Your world
her world
our world
my world
No more bikes to ride
or walls to climb
paths to walk
or bells to chyme.
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Here your troubles are over
under the sunshine cover
Here your troubles are over
in the land like no other.
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Hey you, up in the sky
Why wont you come down?
I wanna fly.
I'm running on empty
trekking through mud
and the blossoming sun
isn't making it much fun.
I'm stuck on the ground
holding a frown.
yearning for more
but only burning my sore.
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Rest on the clouds
settle in the sun
Whatever you want
we'll get ya done.
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I call this song 'Onrefni Nus'
In this inferno you were born.
While your upbringing; others scorn
In this inferno you were raised
While others laid; you are praised.
Inferno sun,
Inferno none,
Inferno son,
Inferno one.
You were taught not to leave.
Others were brought, but to naive
When I left for you to lead
I expected nothing but to be pleased
(Chorus)
Once, upone my return i bring
nothing at all but wondering
For what to know, what to see
Will anything be for me to lead?
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