The drums They pounded faint in the distance, And I knew that fate approached, Soft trumpet melodies weaved in With the trembling chorus of many men, They chanted as they approached me... I heard a man speak out, And spin his tale of woe, Of battles so fierce that Men left the field animals, Never... Sign in to see full entry.
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