Grim men in ages past kept watch from these heights Now only the wind keeps this lonely vigil The lines of the ramparts still to be seen their pride now tempered by the passing of time Weapons lay rusting in forgotten places The shields have rotted these men are no more None now remember the burning of the gates the shattered palisades the heaps of carrion
Rain lashed gorse spikes a blanket of elk-sedge the seeds of protection carried by storms Too late for the wounded who bled in the ditches to be covered in elk-sedge grim orphans of death Pits of pride and war beneath the footfalls of weakling spectators who knew us no more Weapons lay rusting in forgotten places The shields have rotted in heaps of carrion Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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