And we shalt remember, the happenings of that one day,
For their blood was shed on those hills, ever to stay.
For they could not crush the hand that snared,
And to think they could not, was more than their souls could bear!
For in that one day of doom, which did not seem well faired,
Battles continued inside their heads always to loom as the only thing that one doth dares.
They were now in hold by their treachery of those men,
And tightly were they gripped by the hearts of them.
Men who were there, that they all were so scorned,
Only to retire to Scotland's Hills, and thus one day too be reborn!
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Slowly, The Mills of Gods Grind #watty2018 #featured #complete
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