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10/28/10(Thu)01:00 No.12596051Oh see the fleet foot host of men,
who speed with faces won,
From farmstead and from threshers cut,
along the banks of men.
They come with vengeance in their eyes,
too late too late are they,
For the hero Kromgol Goes to die,
In the battle of Toome today.
Up the narrow street he steps,
He smiling proud and young.
About the Armour 'round his neck,
his darkened ringlets clung
There is ne'er a tear in his two eyes,
both glad and bright are they,
For the hero Kromgol goes to die,
in the battle of Toome today!
When he last marched up the streets,
a shining sword in hand,
behind him marched in Grim Barret,
A stalwart earnest man.
"For Fearun, lads for Faerun Lads!"
He led them too the fray,
But the hero Kromgol Goes to die,
In the battle of Toome today!
There is ne'er more honor 'moung all your dead,
Who bravely fell in fray,
Than he who marched to his fate,
at the battle of Toome today!
"True to the last true to the last!"
He treads the upward way,
for the hero Kromgol goes to die,
At the battle of Toome today! |
