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no one lived, they never did
to tell the tale the way it went.
the sound of hooves then nothing left
but death and night and blood
two nations proud with doubled shield,
a third in shadow sealed the deal
two with horses, swift of hoof
one with structure, far, aloof
nor grass nor wood, nor hill nor plain
would give respite from endless pain
as formless foe strikes here and there
then vanishing like deadly rain
a quest to turn the tide of fate
a bid, a hope, a chance, a stake
to flip the dice as ancient cast
and melt the ice to carve a pass
when last we got to raise our sword
so from the shadow stepped the third
ok, we call - we know the score
all against - as told in lore
save one, our friend we fought to save
in hill and forest all over spain
till refuge we would offer them
in our homes as kith and kin
so sleep was banished
and thoughts were forged
as every effort was bent towards
a deal to keep our friends alive
to find a peace so they'd survive
but then to even more dismay
our gesture spun another way
as propaganda against ourselves
'those evil stormies' came the howls
yet there was more to our lament
for to our friends our foe had bent
and wooed with praise and high regard
whilst dammning us with splintered shards
no one knows how many came
no one knows to where they went
the sound of hooves, then nothing left
but death and night and blood
to tell the tale the way it went.
the sound of hooves then nothing left
but death and night and blood
two nations proud with doubled shield,
a third in shadow sealed the deal
two with horses, swift of hoof
one with structure, far, aloof
nor grass nor wood, nor hill nor plain
would give respite from endless pain
as formless foe strikes here and there
then vanishing like deadly rain
a quest to turn the tide of fate
a bid, a hope, a chance, a stake
to flip the dice as ancient cast
and melt the ice to carve a pass
when last we got to raise our sword
so from the shadow stepped the third
ok, we call - we know the score
all against - as told in lore
save one, our friend we fought to save
in hill and forest all over spain
till refuge we would offer them
in our homes as kith and kin
so sleep was banished
and thoughts were forged
as every effort was bent towards
a deal to keep our friends alive
to find a peace so they'd survive
but then to even more dismay
our gesture spun another way
as propaganda against ourselves
'those evil stormies' came the howls
yet there was more to our lament
for to our friends our foe had bent
and wooed with praise and high regard
whilst dammning us with splintered shards
no one knows how many came
no one knows to where they went
the sound of hooves, then nothing left
but death and night and blood
The Fall of the War Chickens, indeed!! 
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