In a barren desert stands a city
Surrounded by stone walls eight feet thick
It is a place where war wages and flames lick
Total chaos rule and blood runs freely
The defenders stand ready at the gates
But it’s the inevitable they delay
The old order is crumbling with each day
The defenders fight but damnation awaits
The forces of darkness knock at the door
With their sharp blades and their insanity
Even though they want to crush the city
They promise a salvation – Rich by the score
The city won’t stop fighting for its lord
Although it’s future isn’t well assured.
15th August 2004
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