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Burnden
Coordinates: 53°33′50″N 2°24′46″W / 53.563932°N 2.412723°W / 53.563932; -2.412723
Burnden is a district in the town of Bolton in Greater Manchester, England. It is located about 1 mile (2 km) southeast of Bolton town centre and the same distance north of Great Lever.
Historically a part of Lancashire, Burnden derives its name from two Old English words. The first part "burn" means a stream or a brook and is more popularly used in the Scottish Lowlands. The second part "dene" or "denu" means a valley. Combined together they mean a brook flowing through a valley. Burnden Brook was a small tributary of the River Croal, but has since been culverted and now runs beneath Manchester Road.
In the late 18th Century, Burnden was the site of the Burnden Poorhouse which was used by many townships of the parishes of Bolton le Moors and Deane to house their paupers.
For just over a hundred years Burnden was the site of Burnden Park, the home of Bolton Wanderers. The area was described as a ghost town after the stadium, the Normid superstore and the greyhound track closed in quick succession in the late 1990s.
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The Wanderer Of Time
by: BaranduinThere was a man who was cursed by the gods
To walk this land forevermore
Never to rest never to find peace
Trapped in this world for an endless journey
Offering his sword to the highest bidder
Fighting for whoever pays the most
No fear in his eyes, he knows he can't die
Taking a life is as easy as breathing
Yet another war to fight
He doesn't feel a thing
He has seen this a thousand times before
His mind is numb
What could a man have done
To so awaken the wrath of the gods?
Never to rest never to find peace
Trapped in this world for an endless journey
Can there be a fate more horrid
Than the curse of immortal life?
Still he wanders the grounds of this dark realm
Never finding a place to call home
Yet another war to fight
He doesn't feel a thing
He has seen this a thousand times before.
His mind is numb
He stands under a crimson sky
Alone as centuries pass by
Offering his sword to the highest bidder
Fighting for whoever pays the most
No fear in his eyes, he knows he can't die
Taking a life is as easy as breathing
There was a time when he picked the wrong side
There was a time when the war was lost
The entire army was crushed down to nothing
Only one man rose from the ashes
He didn't feel a thing
His mind is numb
Imagine a life where no one can stay by your side
What it's like to watch countless of your own children die
He is nothing but an empty shell
Will he ever get to embrace death?
In the shadows he's dwelled for thousands of years
Seen nothing but death
Only when the sun sets for the last time
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