Winding roads in all directions
Choices we will make
To the south marching on
Let's hope we made no mistake
Above us wanderers, sky so blue
Green valleys to the right of me, left of you
Spring is seeping into the air
Nights are mild and days fair
So many flowers along this street
Pleasant sight despite aching feet
Soon our destination will we reach
The battleground at Deaths beach
Swords will sing and souls shall fall
The weak will cower and the strong stand tall
For this battle I am unenthusiastic
I must say though, the journey was fantastic
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