☣Blackbird Battlecry☣

A smudge of ink

A splash of blood

Blackbirds singing in the dead of night

Broken words

Scattered thoughts

Many a man, tonight, takes flight

The road is long

The sky is light

Raise your glass

Its time to fight

The future is ours

The night is young

We drink from the rich man’s blood

Poor are we

Hungry for music

A passion for flesh

Raise your glass

Lets make a mess

A splash of ink

A smudge of blood

Blackbirds singing in the dead of night

Many a man, tonight, takes flight

The road is long

The sky is light

Raise your glass

Now we fight

The End

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