Ode to Warriors of Clay

In battle armour with perfect bow                     One solitary battle left me low  Centuries under ground with brothers slept              No movement save tears from river wept Weapons stolen whilst we burnt                     Trapped by 2000 years of dirt  Free at last thanks to farmers well.                Eight Thousand voices released from hell 

  

  

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