Would you then offend me, sir? I'll stand on minstrel's right. May your bright blade blind you, may you see not where it falls. May your heart beat fill your ears and hear you not the rescue's call. May every briar bind you and fling you to your knees. And may a loose-willed wench deny you when you would seek her ease. Would you draw your sword on me?! Ha ha ha ha! Why then, so let this be! Now let the moon-mad guide you down illusion's wandering ways. Let you outlive all your children for eternity of days. Let cowardice overtake you when you would be most brave. And let your rotted body lie in an unremembered grave!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
