Poetry about a battlefield, being heavily outnumbered and facing certain death!
The trumpets have blown
The stage is set
Destiny is in the Motion
Death whispers its commotion
I Must Ride Now…
Long rows of archers
Long rows of enemy
Long rows of fear
The Fate of my nation hangs
I Must Ride Now
Our numbers are few
Though we are brave
Yet defeat looks inevitable
But there is an oath that i knew
I shout the war cry
strengthens the brave soldiers
Ah, Brave souls at my command
March proudly to their death
With them,
I Must Ride Now
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