Revelation
The ways of yesterday growing faint,
it was impossible to see it coming.
Tasting the ale becoming less daint.
The warlords of the past are aging.
Giving way to a modern empire.
The pulse of the brave is fading.
THe mercifulness master is up for hire.
But when evil like this prevails,
'Tis such a beautiful sight.
Men come from the caves and the hills,
To join in this glorious fight.
And in many hearts they will be always remembered
Reminiscent of the day they never surrendered.
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~Lynch~
Edit: Fixed spelling.
