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The invasion commences

Attack of the hordes

Mercilessly they advance

Plunder on their minds

Ruthless their onslaught begins

Villagers quail in fear

Fleeing their homes they scurry

But no match for the hordes

Charging - the tribesmen foray deeper

Into - the streets and alleys

Storming - houses and sacred places

People - caught with nets wrangled

Humans herded like cattle

Then dragged to their doom

Women and children not spared

The village dead soon

Their hands and legs are now tied

Let the mass hanging begin

Nooses hung from the banyan

Slipped over the oblivious

Tightening the nooses slowly

And savoring every second

The horde enjoys every moment

Savage instincts - they don't die

In the forest there remains a few now

Hidden from the horde's line of sight

In the forest there remains a few now

Hidden from the horde's line of sight

Vicious fetishes show themselves in times of war

An entire village hanged from a single tree

Twisting and struggling, they all perish

From the young to the old, none spared

In the forest there remains a few now

Hidden from the horde's line of sight

In the forest there remains a few now

Hidden from the horde's line of sight

The necktie party concludes

As corpses hang from a tree