The damage is done,
his victims crying outlasts,
A murderer’s past.
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The damage is done,
his victims crying outlasts,
A murderer’s past.
Sun on my hot face
Soccer ball in the right goal
And brew in my hand
The sun is shining bright
But i'm still not quite drunk
I think i need a Friary fast
I brew mead by light
My soldiers like to fight with might
Wheat provides insight
I like to bre mead
Soldiers like to drink my mead
I will need more wheat
We need magic dust
to have our small crops gro much
And not have to buff
Ore ore ore galore
Trade some, make more to have thee
Ohh beautiful bounty
Rain falls heavily
On my fertile empire
To bloom in summer.
Before i see sun
Today i see night
tomorrow i see war
The sun is up high,
Over my little city.
I build to reach it.