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You give the moon their icy light

Ancient stone of forgotten graves

Nothing not his eternal rest

Not wind not cry of tombed birds

Only raven is old as our world

On the black and destroying cross

Sometimes remember his glorious fest

When see the heap of rotten bones

He tell the story on this braves

Their glory castles the merge with the earth

Who live in the fight in dismal the fear

And go on to the battle for glory or death

Soul of dismay is lost revenge

And names of peoples on the tombed stones

The cry’s and silence in the darkness of the night

In the claws of animals his rotten bones