Caano Geel Posted May 26, 2007 Lost in translation -------------------- A colossal misfortune none their doing, They were trapped; The peoples, the nobles, The scrag-ends of an empire At the crag-ends of the world Once the coolies of Cardiff and Liverpool too, And once before the warrior Celts, A colossal misfortune none their doing, They became trapped. Trapped in the wastelands, Faced with a noland, Rascals and savages to the east and west Oceans and deserts to the north and south A colossal misfortune none their doing, They were trapped, For Queen and country, then King, King, and a another then again, for Queen and country, They fought bravely A colossal misfortune none their doing, They are trapped, Amongst the vagabonds, found a noland in the seas, found a salt-land and in the deserts, found a wasteland A colossal misfortune none their doing, They were trapped, In the battles of the lands in no shadeland, no rainland, or a windland nor snowland, or even an iceland black as cinders, skins are now scorched, in a burntland. a lalaland in a nothingland A colossal misfortune none their doing, They were trapped, without a land Lost their tongues their roots and ships no longer distinguishable you will find them now in the torus of a digitalland with barriers for an anythingland for Queen and country kept alive in a word lost in translation A colossal misfortune none their doing, They were trapped, with land Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
