In heraldry, a torse or wreath is a twisted roll of fabric laid about the top of the helm and the base of the crest, from which the mantling hangs.

It was originally a protective pad worn under a knight's coif and helmet, covered by a pair of ribbons, of the principal tinctures of the shield, twisted together and extended far enough down the back to be seen beneath the helmet from the rear.[citation needed]

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The torse is sometimes mistakenly said to be the token, such as a handkerchief or sleeve, which the crusader’s lady-love gave him when he left for the wars, and which he twisted round the top of his helmet, masking the join where the crest was fixed to it. This is due greatly to its original use being lost in history as the heraldic crest became more and more stylized rather than representative of actual use.

The torse is blazoned as part of the crest. For example, the crest of the Coat of Arms of Canada is blazoned On a wreath of the colours Argent and Gules, a lion passant guardant Or. Like the mantling, it must be of a metal and a colour; usually the torse and the mantling are the same tinctures. In British heraldry, the torse is always of six twists of material with the metal being the first tincture displayed on the dexter side, then alternating with a colour or stain.[1]

The torse is also often used as a decoration on a heraldic animal, either across the brow (as a form of circlet) or around the neck.[citation needed]

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End Of The Line

by: Trews

War in the living room,
We swore we weren't like that.
Once we went down that road,
There was no turning back.
Anger and jealousy
And distorted fact,
Left this pale shadow
of a life we once had.
How could you love and then
Change just like that?
You give your whole heart away
Then take it all back.
This is the end of the line tonight
We can't defend what we know ain't right.
It's over, it's over, it's over,
This love we should let die.
This is the end of the line.
Broken down promises
Linger on in my head.
The scars and the blemishes
that time could not mend.
How can you live losing
All we once had?
Come on now, little girl,
It ain't quite that bad.
This is the end the line Tonight
We can't defend what
we know ain't right
It's over, it's over, it's over
This love we should let die.
This is the end of the line.
Nothing but love gets you
so hypnotized.
Nothing but love brings
them tears to your eyes.
Nothing but love takes
away all your pride.
Nothing but love eats
You away inside.
This is the end of the line Tonight.
We can't defend what we know ain't right.
Two worlds amend, oh ya and
Two worlds collide.
It's over, it's over, it's Over
This love we should let die.
It's been coming for some time.
So goodnight and goodbye.
This is the end
This is the end




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