Rain falls all around,
Lightning streaks through open skies,
And thunder rumbles.
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Rain falls all around,
Lightning streaks through open skies,
And thunder rumbles.
I see the wheat fields
A panic quickly forming
they are depleted
Once there was wheat
Watermills abundant
Friary is built
The blue sky turns red
the blood of hundred bandits
brings victory island
The sun is shining
The brew is quickly depleting
Bandits are tougher
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The summer sun burns,
Foes advance, unknown to all
Till the last moment.
A word to a Lord..
Summons to a war council..
The army will march!
Hot sun, dusty fields.
Two armies, empires collide.
Just the brave survive.
Swords made of steel clash,
Horsemen ride to save the day,
The enemy falls.
The victors rejoice
Then journey home with their spoils
Loved ones celebrate!
The disappeared foe,
A menace, they are no more.
All is now at peace.
The end. :)
Iron flows like water
Militia sharpen their blades
Enemies are vanquished
As victory fades
my retaliation starts
let the killing start
Skunk cannot compete
Fighting fifty militia
it sprayed and died soon
Soccer bowl-cut guy
Look in to the camera
Hold the soccer ball