В колонках играет - Heaven
Настроение сейчас - Confident

I sit here staring at cold steel, my weapons before me, like an altar of some forgotten religion. There were many battles, this metal forged and fought, many widows, fatherless sons and daughters they wrought. For as a season passing I look in the reflection of a blade and see my life, the warrior looking back at me has weathered the storms and fought well, but looking over those many years gone by, I wonder did he do what was right? As the fire blazes in my heart and hall, my weapons not yet relicts seem to answer one and all, my lord you did well indeed, as the fire glints on metal they seem to say, you have fought the good fight, now rest for tomorrow is another day another battle.