Now,I'm the man who stood before him He,the noblest of all, in the eyes would seem But a puppet for the bigger cause in a game that will never pause He was betrayed and left as bait was all that what fate prearranged? A more-than man with his word as shield n' with his sword in hand he was killed Who lives to get to tell the tale? After everyone's gone n' everyrthing's out for sale His countance's just a little too pale It is hard for grief to prevail over what is of now no avail Time to put a face to the fame To redempt him from all of shame In contrary to what most claim He was not a sinner;he is a saint So now, who can make out the difference? as to where to place guilt and where innocence? So now, who lives to get to tell the tale? After everyone's gone n' everything's out for sale His countance's just a little too pale It is hard for grief to prevail over what is of now no avail
Φίλε, πολύ καλοί στίχοι. Αν και είμαι δεκάξι μπορώ να ξέρω ποιος είναι καλός στίχος. Συνέχισε έτσι και καλή τύχη! :D