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Old Man Thomas Winters It begins with hunger. It always does. See my lying on the stair, framed by The firelight of an old tin can, Matches lying damp on the floor And angels everywhere. The big boards, neon stars and Smiling faces everywhere, No one notices black flower tears Blossoming on the cobbled streets. You walk past me, I cry alone To you alone, but no one hears An old man's fears If his face is baked in mud. I follow your steps and to the river bed And watch the wild waters run, Calling to me, calling from the darkness Everywhere. The reeds whistle and grab my legs Beckoning with leafy hands. I fall, I sink, I

From the Chronicles of Mirrowmere -Nel Bardil ar Vilumen- By Thomas Winters We fight for the glory of a nation We rise for the challenge of one thousand years of torment We battle for the peace of the future So that one day we shall be lords of our own lives And the tears shall fall The blood shall spill A sore day, a dark day But the sun shall rise over the mountains It shall call to our people. We ride now not for the glory of riches, Nor for the peace that we call are own, We ride for our women, our children, our families Who will never see the dawn of another day; We ride now for the stars in heaven and the mother and the

Estamos en la piel del león En la boca del señor Que escupe mi canción. Y en el eco De mi solitaria habitación Escucho tu nombre Tan distante como tu amor. Me supiste seducir Con cantos de sirena Ya muero devorado por ti. Vivo por partes Me enamoro por razones Que aprendí a desconocer. Cuando me he perdido Me parece creer Que el tiempo esta contra mi Siempre me lleva hasta ti. Déjame morir a fuego lento Atrapado entre tus huesos Rezando por mí. Y si algún día recuerdas mi nombre Entre tus excesos Sabrás que no fui el único culpable Ni la única victima. Vivo p