**Imagine a large battle drum beating, to a fast row on a boat***
Let us head the battle call, before our balde all will fall.
Rack them, stack them, pile them high,
Let them come for they will die!
A soldier's life is ment for me,
We know our land will not come free.
On our lands we will fight,
through the day, and in the night.
It's our blood they will crave,
But we'll put them all in thier grave.
Our battle calls is what they hear,
They will flee in thier fear.
Raise your voice, raise the call,
raise your blades and slaughter them all!.
Subject: A battle Hym by Hefna Winterborn 
Tue Feb 17, 2009 2:12 pm
