Into the ways of evil walk
The men from all abroad
They sample fare from here and there
With none so fair as all.
And with the wispy wind does blow
A lifeless cast of death
They beat upon the chests their own
And cringe no more, beset
They’ve come to maim, to cut, to kill
And wreck all goodness here
The hordes have set upon the town
To end all lifeblood dear.
From North, from West, from East, from South,
The deadly droves are brought
To do the bidding of the one
Who sends against the sought.
The day of peril has come on
It seems to know no end
But we shall see by morning’s light
If life will come again.
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