My heart grow cold,
the fire still burned,
all are gone but I
remain, the last of
blood line is starting
to fade, my body
frozen by the snow,
my hopes are very low,
my pride keeps me strong,
as I lay here frozen and
done.
My blood is the only
thing keeping me alive,
my blood line is strong
and wise, strong and
fit, thats why I must
protect every last of
it.
My blood is pure and
great but I am forbitten
to continue the name, the
of my blood line isnt me,
but of a baby that is still learning how to be.
He will continue the blood
line to the next baby boy, and keep
our blood line strong.
He will bring good