Melodi: Strangers in the night
Tekst: Rikke Munchkin Sørensen
Rangers in a fight
The arrows flying
Wond'ring in the fight
Who would be dying
From a mortal wound
Before the song was through?
Something in your hands
Was it the crossbow?
Something in my glands
Was it your crossbow?
Something in my heart
Told me I must kill you
Something in my heart
Was it the arrow
That you shot into my heart?
My honour told me that I
Had to kill you too,
Shoot or cut you through
It's the end for you and me
The arrow's struck and now I see the
Wounds in different parts
I hear you crying
Arrows through our hearts
Now we are dying
Nothing turned out right
For rangers in a fight.
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Ja, så fandt jeg lige denne her i de gamle gemmer... mener, jeg skrev den i forbindelse med Fastaval 1997 eller umiddelbart derefter.
Jeg blev rodet ind i The Fastaval Inquirer, som årets avis hed - den blev drevet af Krikkit Gamblers, og det smitter... ;) |