Poem -
St.Banatina
They rolled like the thunder companions of the wind , the Seethe and the slaughter , the damned become louder and down goes the father .Â
Their chariots brought death , men drunken with fury. The swords how they bleed , there's no where to go .
We cried like The clouds, when they feed the starving lake ...Tho darkness had its way , no pity dead piper , and the devil went on to play .
Those men of the night . They came and destroyed . High flies their flag , and our homes no more .
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