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Post by Deathy on May 30, 2011 7:31:31 GMT -5
... In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws, And mine are long and sharp, my lord, as long and sharp as yours.... ... | SIMON WHAT | ... Blah Blah Blah, de, Blah ... But now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear.... Lyrics from 'The rain of Castamere' by George R.R. Martin |
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Post by Deathy on May 30, 2013 11:06:38 GMT -5
} JANE AZGUARD { I'm waking up to ash and dust, I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus.
This is it, the apocalypse, Whoa. |
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Post by Deathy on May 30, 2013 11:07:38 GMT -5
--- VINCENT DONN --- I used to roll the dice, Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes, Listen as the crowd would sing, "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" It was the wicked and wild wind, Blew down the doors to let me in, Shattered windows and the sound of drums, People couldn't believe what I'd become |
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