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Ghost.

If I were a ghost I'd live my death in the land of the mortals,
To haunt them for all eternity untill asked to leave,
And I'll enjoy every scream of terror and joy,
As if I were from Hamlit itself.

Crescendo.

I stand here cold and shivering,
But not of cold, but of adrenaline,
It's my fellow men-at-arms,
That keep me rom charging down the field.

Shouting, booing, taunting us to charge,
But here we stand,
It starts to snow, first a few flakes then blanket of them.

Thunder sounds and the earth starts to shake,
This black wave of anger and hate swarms towards us,
But we don't move, we tigten our grip on our shields,
Us fearless warrirs of home.

The grounds trembles harder,
Our hearts pound faster,
But we still stand, like trees of the oldest grown,
We will not move unless given the commant,
To our pleasure, we set our spears.