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The Great BattleOver three days time,My mountains, my beautiful mountains Beheld immeasurable horror! When men came to slaughter men- My mountains beheld this- When souls come to ashes, And Death's roar loudens, Life reduces to the value of lead. When men came The world beheld the slaughter In my beautiful mountains. When men came upon these fields, Humanity darkened. Old eventualities bore old mountains In their witness. When Death's roar loudens, The last moments of men Are borne in wrath, fear and shock. Better of ten thousand Spilled all their blood, And my beautiful mountains Became a place of horror. |