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Plan on posting links in cumulative order to all of UnOrthO's Trappings series here.
Originally posted by Ennet
Song of the Glorious
Blood will float as swords sweat
Men will die and widows weep
Friend and foe will fall alike
When we rush out in the Glory of War
Our regiments rein the field once more
But after the slaughter it will be as before
Foes to fight, and nothing to adore
When we ride out in the Glory of War
Smoke lay thick as houses burn
Death and destruction will follow our turn
No matter where, close or afar
When we march out in the Glory of War
Friends fear as challengers charge
Men die by the archers’ award
Humiliations’ habit will repeat
When we sing out in the Glory of War
Stones rain, causing death and pain
Our end won’t be pleasant nor plain
The last minute spent alone
When we fall in the Glory of War
Originally posted by Aidun
The Fall of Pamplona
Pamplona, an ancient city proud and great,
A stronghold, believed never to fall,
The Spanish capital and King’s seat,
Has suddenly faded the hopes of all.
In the church the defenders were praying,
On a Sunday morning, for which the Arabs do not care.
Neither do the Chinese, on a hilltop staying.
And thus it wasn’t noticed how they gathered there.
With drawn swords they came storming
And broke with great losses through the massive gate
It was a watchful merchant who gave the warning.
But for the unfortunate citizens it came too late:
Because though all defenders fought bravely that morning,
Without a sacred host and blessing, they missed faith.
Aidun
Last edited by GhengisFarb™; January 2, 2004 at 22:14.
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