Mead of Poetry

It may be, I bleed down your blade I will kneel, not to be afraid In my pride, a poem I will share Act of respect, up to you to spare Up to you to spare I got a taste, this mead of poetry And as I speak, come rhyming words for me Like winter brook, still flows under the ice Can I draw a tear, run down from your eyes Strengths in words, conquer sharpest sword Between foes, friendship be restored Then we drink, mead for us who stood For the poetry, sealed our brotherhood Sealed our brotherhood I got a taste, this mead of poetry And as I speak, come rhyming words for me Like winter brook, still flows under the ice Can I draw a tear, run down from your eyes I get slain Your furious gain My bane, no grudge, oh bane My heart will Embrace your sword, Never to remain" Gain my sympathy, With your poetry There's no pride for me, Slay a man like thee Have our horns refilled, Mead be drunk this guild We forever share, How you fled despair I got a taste, this mead of poetry And as I speak, come rhyming words for me Like winter brook, still flows under the ice Can I draw a tear, run down from your eyes I got a taste, this mead of poetry And as I speak, come rhyming words for me Like winter brook, still flows under the ice Can I draw a tear, run down from your eyes