The silver eye in endless dark,
And shining way of hair spark.
She is in here, she is strong,
But people busters taking wrong…
Her will to kill and care them…
And die for life not there fame.
She walks in glory of her sword,
And purifying dirty world
From all the evil monster hold
And live for just a path of god
That by the coward people preyed
That eat and breath for not be died.
Though now the only who must die
Is she who never tells a lie.
She must be killed no matter what,
And even sister pulled her heart
To banish goddess in the hard
Of veins and body of beloved
And now the new beginning start…
Claymore
© Copyright: Лапал, 2009
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