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"Night Of Evil"
These grey-stone wolds are full of pain
For warriors who lost the fight,
For those who became insane
In that nightmarish awful night.

They fought for their dear homes,
For beauty of entrancing nature,
For children and ancestors' bones,
For love - I don't know what's major.

They crushed that evil, but off course
A lot of them were killed in fight.
All sons and daughters would remorse
They couldn't shoot or ride the horse
In that nightmarish awful night.

18 января 2002