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"War From Unknown Lands"
Sounding, pounding, rustling leaves,
Quaking, breaking, the earth bereaves.
Up in the mountains the gate rises high,
The portal opens, the end draws nigh.
Clapping, snapping, thunderous flash,
Vamping, ramping, on to bash.
A fight is on hand from distant land,
The armies arrive and at the gate stand!
Moaning, Groaning, sighs of sorrow,
Stench, drenched, in the pains of tomorrow.
From where they came we still don't know,
So we've no idea to where we go.
Sounding, pounding, rustling leaves,
Quaking, breaking, the earth bereaves.
Up in the mountains the gate rises high,
The portal opens, the end draws nigh.
Cries, sighs, stanch determination,
Strong, with song, we march to obliteration.
They attacked us first from unknown land,
We simply return in hand.
Shaking, quaking, breaking....
Not is left but smoke and ash...
Two worlds broken from a choice so rash.
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