Mark my words
Soon I'll no more be amongst
And this plain will be taken to the worst
Sat here on the top of this hill
That is the image I want to have as my last will
The tip of their spears rise in the horizon
Preluding my last day to come
Young boy you are the fastest of ours
I need you to run as a blow of wind to the north
Far I hear their marching
A chant of war in a steady walking
The sound of swords clattering on shields
Never wondered they’d go so far on these fields
Our few men wait for their fate
But our history will remain
When we no more among stay
Let everyone know of our history
When we no more among stay

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