October 2009
You're a spawn of the high cliffs, Slave to the wind and son to the storm. Born to a life on the free wings, Without chains to hold back your heart. Sweep through the air Spy for the prey. Feel your
Deep into a dying day I took a step outside an innocent heart Prepare to hate me fall when I may This night will hurt you like never before Old loves they die hard Old lies they die harder I wish I h
sun tzu säger"Är din fiende överlägsen, fly honom. Är han arg irritera honom. Är ni jämspelta, ta upp kampen med honom"