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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