She came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morning her long hair flowing in the mid-winter wind, I know not how she found me for in darkness I was walking and destruction lay around me from fight I could win. Ah ah ah ah ah ah. She asked my name my foe then, I said the need within some men to fight and kill their brothers without thought of love or god, and I begged her give me horses to trample down my enemies so eager was my passion to devour this waste of life. Ah ah ah, ah ah ah. But she would not think of battles that reduces men to animals so easy to begin and yet impossible to end, for she the mother of all men had Council me so wisely that I fear to walk alone again and asked if she would stay. Ah ah ah ah ah ah. Oh lady lend your hand I cried oh let me rest here at your side have and trust in me she said and filled heart with life, there is no strength in numbers have such misconception but when you need me be assured I won’t be far away. Ah ah ah ah ah ah Thus havin spoke she turned away and though I found no words to say, I stood until saw her black cloak disappear, my labour is no easier but now I know I’m not alone I find new heart each time I think upon that windy day, and if one day she comes to you drink deeply from her words so wise, take courage from her as your prize and say hello for me ah ah ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah ah..
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