A poem...


	As night decends upon this place 
	The dampness chills my bones,
	Eternal stone both cold and dark
	The North wind calls this home.

	In long ago forgotten times
	This land the sword did rule,
	These tortured walls still tell of it 
	The barbarous and cruel. 

	Infidels, who took this land
	In gods name, shed our blood,
	Our fathers fought them, gave their lives 
	upon this frozen mud.   

	Many came, and many went 
	And many paid the cost, 
	Of freedom, for the vanquished souls
	Our spirit, never lost.   
      
	The cold North wind she weeps and moans 
	Remembering the past,
	No Sentinal will come again
	In death, I am the last.
		
		

			Thädaus 

	
"Thädaus Lament" 
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