Where the laden hills stride,
where the valleys of encompassed ecstasy,
where the trodden ways of silent tales;
where the soreness of past legacy
where the ethos of divine urn;
where the fatal venom of hatred ,
where the maternal bond they wrestle,
where the carnage and disgrace invades ;
where the heart of a sturdy castle,
where the splendid glory and the virtual pride,
where the splendour that had wrecked;
where the fume of shame cohort
where to ducked and hides the heads
where to walk this street with perk;
where the innocent and the courageous
where the halves tha pride and prejudice ,
where the barrel of blood to quench in voyage ;
where the ills of hedge,
where we know not a blissful heart,
of young and innocent
never to rise again,
befalling a legacy lost
in its nascent .
