Ancient land, that heard
A thousand battlecryes,
Was stomped by thousand feets…
Of warriors, that now are dead,
Turned to dust, buried in sand of time.
A thousand battlecryes,
Was stomped by thousand feets…
Of warriors, that now are dead,
Turned to dust, buried in sand of time.
Their blood was absorbed
By trees roots a long time ago…
Blood in horizon line…
Dawn wakes their
Forgotten battlefields.
Grey, speechless,
Once proud and unrelenting
They will shudder with
First ray of light and
Will turn to silent shadows…
And they will stand face-to-face once again,
Will full of hatred and fury,
Will take cold steel in hands,
Will follow darkest wishers of their descendants…
As centuries before and centuries after.
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