I could remember my eras in crusade
Fighting under the angry cloud’s shade
We feed on dried bread and herbs
We sip water like a toxic wine
Dead nights never seem strange to us
Our burning torches served as shield
In the crispy nights, we energized fire with war songs.
Our enemies sleep in the night
After their fluke victory in the day,
While our candles burned riddles
We gathered round our tacticians
Planning how to attack our off guards’ foes
Even crispy night sticked to plan.
We craw in millions of dandelions
Like a cursed snake of the garden
Our armour shined like diamonds amidst dead grass;
It protected us from poisonous crawlers
Our swords moved quietly like a lonely child
Even the crispy night reinforced us.
Our foes are lying in ambush
Yet they are off guard like a suckling child
Our swords solemnly slaughtered them
They shouted in dying tone, “retreat! Retreat!!”
But the clock clicked death for them
We are determined to deep-six them.
My days in crusade are unforgettable
Fighting in noon day in the valley of death
The cloud shadowed us with death
Our horses neigh and soared in victory
Our swords sang songs of victory over foes
And our spears sent their soul to despair
While our bearer waves freedom.
Our land laughs in happiness
And our children enjoys our swords’ trade
They made themselves a wooden swords to face better bitter days
Our Colleens welcome us with their alluring dancing steps
Twisting their tempting waist to us
They welcomed us like a royal hoods
And our meals are royal served.
During our era
Bloodshed is meant for freedom
We align ourselves with pure nations
Peace dine with us
And love loved us
We are united in unity
Because our swords brought victory.
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