ZIBA🔥

At the end of the battle, the vanquished shall give out a loud cry of innate pain For the tales of fatality of the havoc wrecked on them shall spread to all the lands like wild fire But the end of a single battle is not the end of a war An army approaches With tongues of fire on their foreheads They swing their blades in the air They chant war songs In their numbers they pour out into the battle field Tall, short, young, old These were the soldiers that the old sages had pre-described That the sounds of their footstep shall cause the stones on the land to quiver That the neighing of their horses shall cause the hearts of their enemies to shrink in fear What is the fate of those who refuse to surrender to this ravage? Their blood will give the soil a new face And their flesh will be a dancing banquet for the wild vultures A hand has been forced to dish a blow to the oppressors The vanquished will now becom e the dauntless They shall plunge deep...