Fashion Icon - Bandiicam

A heart born to beat into a warrior's chest Fixed his flag as an outcast Tested and proven by those of pure blood Five hundred honored horsemen Stand undefeated Death is in Bushido's sacrament Dishonor refused Redemption - no fear Keeper of the old ways Betrayed - deposed Renegade - stay strong And always respect the enemy Fight the fear until we die Close enough for sacrifice Came along from foreign lands Storm with steel and paint the fields In blood and tears honor prevails New laws will end the ancient times For the Last Samurai Arrows will fly as cannons explode Many will die as the new meets the old There is a new cycle growing fast coming in Warriors will stand, soldiers will kill There is no surrender - white flag or peace Your life given in glory Dishonor refused Redemption - no fear Keeper of the old ways Betrayed - deposed Renegade - stay strong And always respect the enemy Fight the fear until we die Close enough for sacrifice Came along from foreign lands Storm with steel and paint the fields In blood and tears honor prevails New laws will end the ancient times For the Last Samurai Fight the fear until we die Close enough for sacrifice Came along from foreign lands Storm with steel and paint the fields In blood and tears honor prevails New laws will end the ancient times For the Last Samurai For the Last Samurai

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متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع