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 and stranght
though the land, he is one of
gods worriers, and so am
I......