Through boughs and leaves and stone on ground.
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I feel a prescence of evil, a silent sound...
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A village old, pillaged and raped,
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houses rotten or burnt...
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Here are signs of battles of old...
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Raided for their virgins and gold...
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From cometh this evil air?
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This pressing warning of danger?
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Mayhaps the folk whom once lived here
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are now cursing this place, and all who behold?
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And evil place once lovely and fair...
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Its garden are grey now, and sad voices haunt the village...
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Houses rotten, fallen roofs... Winds gushing through...
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I wonder who raped and pillaged here...
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And what meaneth the signs painted on those doors
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that have yet not fallen to the ground...
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Where did the fair virgins go, and what are of them today?
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Mystic this place is and I fear my questions
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will stay unanswered, untill my dying day...
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An Old And Raped Village
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Mortiis |