что-то меня опять на high fantasy потянуло
Постами lordgraill о мечах навеяно.
(Можете записать в разряд розовых соплей. Даже мне иногда необходимо розово бредить.)
Forged to kill, you're just а tool of murder,
You cannot heal the wounds you made,
The taker of life, ever-hungry spirit,
You live only in battle, oh, fierce blade!
But still, like Moon over battleground,
Unmarred by all the bloodshed and gore,
From the realm of myth, it rises shining,
The other side, other meaning of sword.
(Можете записать в разряд розовых соплей. Даже мне иногда необходимо розово бредить.)
Forged to kill, you're just а tool of murder,
You cannot heal the wounds you made,
The taker of life, ever-hungry spirit,
You live only in battle, oh, fierce blade!
But still, like Moon over battleground,
Unmarred by all the bloodshed and gore,
From the realm of myth, it rises shining,
The other side, other meaning of sword.