The last ashes of light withdrew,
Over the corpse the Cursed one slew,
No head to adorn,
Thousands of wounds shorn,
Debt was borne,
By the true.
A peerless battle lost and won,
Seventy-two against million,
Food and drink denied,
For three days they strived,
Each orb cried,
In heaven.
Merciless they killed, old and young,
Looted and burnt, shackled and strung,
Blood welkin beheld,
Cruelties upheld,
A line felled,
But still sung.
Such reckoning no eve has viewed,
Such sacrifice all sunsets rued,
In prayer head bent,
For all sins repent,
Men lament,
Faith ensued.
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