The Purple Llama Ballad: Rain of Old Britain

I have been preparing an unwise version of "Rain of Castamere", the iconic composition of the Game of Thrones tv show of the house Lannister, and today the site is going to suffer it.

This is the version of "Old Britain", my own song with a lyric about the end of the past world and the born of New Britain. Of course I changed a little the animal of the coat of arms. ;)

Lord Baldrith also prepared his own, very different and dark version of the piece. Pleace check it here if you have some time. His rhythm is totally new and original! Now, with my pleasure for you all, my ballad Rain of Old Britain:

* Please, remember that nobody here is a professional of.. nothing *

And now is time to wear my shroud,
the road will hide four legs,
Eight virtues, you should be proud
but your world is going to end.

The moon will shake, the river cries
the stars demand a crash,
And you will die, and maybe rise
where lie the avatars.

And the purple death, the purple death,
will consume your dreams,
But if one day again we cross our breath
remind me how it feels.

Yes, if one day just we cross our breath
remind me how it feels.
Remind me how it feels.

Note: Ey, what did you expect from a llama?