In disbelief the battle was lost,
what chicanary ,or spells were used,
The Tyrant with a smug smile,decalred what he would now do,
Slavery and possible death now has raised head,
Fear not my peole who survive this onslaught,
though weary and down summon the strength,
look to the oceans ,forests and plains,
there to gather and become as one tribe,
Shout to...
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