In years of hunger
we workers on the land
long for a good sign
to return
to a free existence
and it has come
Thunder and darkness
The high lords mock
That is what happens!
They let us go
without cattle, we laugh
in their face and stay
supposedly
We secretly pack
go through the village at night
**** a child in every house
and point with the blood knives
at the gold and silver
as our wage of years
After a quick meal, we leave
a long caravan of wagons and cattle
We make it to the Sea of Reeds
before the army comes and
it starts hailing real stones
Doubters start to moan
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 7:33 AM UTC
In years of hunger
we workers on the land
long for a good sign
to return
to a free existence
and it has come
Thunder and darkness
The high lords mock
That is what happens!
They let us go
without cattle, we laugh
in their face and stay
supposedly
We secretly pack
go through the village at night
**** a child in every house
and point with the blood knives
at the gold and silver
as our wage of years
After a quick meal, we leave
a long caravan of wagons and cattle
We make it to the Sea of Reeds
before the army comes and
it starts hailing real stones
Doubters start to moan
