Defeated thoughts court a haunting fear, For in sleep we wake beneath a glorious clash.
Shattered hearts crack a dam of tears, For the loss is mourned over fallen ash.
No choice have we to change our ways, Through father, through son, instilled.
Come winter nights or sunny days, Immortal crowns adorn the iron willed.
Printed on 100% Ring Spun Cotton tees for best possible quality.
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Flip inside out, machine wash cold, dry open air or on a low heat