Amongst those blue mountain
Covered in frost
Is a story to be told
A thousand years strong
How mighty men fought
A battle so grave
That the devil himself shook
In fear and shame
How men so strong
Men so fearless
Fought for weeks
At a stretch
They fought and plundered
Village after village
Until
The gods turned away
And fate was all
That was left
For them to take away
How those days did go
And as night did arrive
Thunder and lightening
Fell from the skies
In terrifying cries!
And what arose
From that ground
Was drenched in blood
For a while
The battles they fought
The crimes they committed
In greed and in rage
Finally came to an end
The blood thirsty king
And his men
Died an ignoble death
People say
A disease
Was spread amongst them
And they could neither sit
Nor could they stand
And blood poured from their eyes
As their throats became dry
No amount of medicine
No amount of gold ever could
Bring them back
From that deathly disease
People say
They were cursed
And hell waited
To take them back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the brutal imperialist at an end taste an ignoble death!