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Over three days time, |
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My mountains, my beautiful mountains |
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Beheld immeasurable horror! |
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When men came to slaughter men- |
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My mountains beheld this- |
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When souls come to ashes, |
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And Death's roar loudens, |
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Life reduces to the value of lead. |
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When men came |
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The world beheld the slaughter |
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In my beautiful mountains. |
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When men came upon these fields, |
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Humanity darkened. |
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Old eventualities bore old mountains |
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In their witness. |
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When Death's roar loudens, |
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The last moments of men |
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Are borne in wrath, fear and shock. |
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Better of ten thousand |
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Spilled all their blood, |
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And my beautiful mountains |
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Became a place of horror. |
