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Women bustle, young and old,
Children slide around on their sleighs,
And on the fir tree branches like gold,
The decorations shimmer in waves.
A grey smoke gingerly reaches to the sky,
Ashes in the stoves drowsily smoulder,
The smell of fresh warm bread lingers high,
As dusk descends on Sadweiss's slumber.
But then silence stalks like a thief,
As the Warden returns shaken to the core,
And weakly falls before the Chief,
Just one word falls from his lips, "Kroffdor!"
The Elders shut themselves in their hut
As the people fall silent and wait.
Children abandon their toys to rot,
In the yard, in the park, by the gate...
Seeing no locks, no bolts, nor even a guard
Nor bad fates or an army by the gate,
Hundreds of Kroffdors burst into the courtyard,
Leaving death and destruction in their wake...
Warriors came to their senses and led
The battle, cutting the silence with clashing swords,
And under roofs rotted the dead,
The eternal wanderer of the warrior hordes.
Then something entered the folly of battle,
Spinning a wild dance, weaving the fight,
Eyes filled with silent ecstasy, a ritual
In harmony passion and peace prevailed over might.
And the Kroffdors escaped the uprising,
And the victory and collected gold,
Proved the desire for freedom rings
Clear, and her laws prevail as of old.
Again the wings of time rush along,
Again battles come and go,
But they continue to shoulder their own burden
This proud, independent nation... |
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