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Cries of mourning pierce the air
Clinging to the boughs of trees
Escaping from the ones who care
For all eternity.
Sacred shields protect no more
Pipes of Peace remaining cold
Spears & bows lie as before
Now only growing old.
They sang their songs of death before
the battle raged and life was lost.
They sing their songs of death no more,
the brave have paid the cost.
Wrapped in hides and placed on pyres
Vacant valient bodies lie
No more are their celebrant fires
The mighty ones have died.
The feeling of their spirits there
Floating on the gentle breeze
Warning all who may come near
To leave them there in peace.