The First Field of the Battle

 

the north strongest wind
throw arrows in the high wall
a captive will survive
free he will revive
 
from town to down
in the distant sea
he'll bring an army
of poor and miserable
an earthquake will happen
thousands will be killed
the big theatre
filled with a crowd
will be creaked
 
fire in the east
victory's feast
the hunting eagle
has landed in the east
 
the sky is burning
the slaves rebel
the king is dead
a new age revealed
 
the space is empty
the tyrants laid in earth
the slaves unlock the chains
the fisrt field of the battle
 
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