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The darkened sky swarm with ravens

animals below scuttle to havens

to get away from the growing dark

while the clouds blacken and the thunder bark



Warriors and chapions enter the plain

pesants and townfolk, their hears so vain

under oppression for all their life

boys, girls, men and wife

death is a cure, they wish not be alive

unless freedom, which is for what they strive



the battle begins, pins to swords

pesants against their masters and lords

lords and masters wish to rule supreme

pesants know freedom is not a dream

good fight evil untill it all end

everyone mow rest, no need to fend

which were good, which were evil

who could tell, all were people