(a Welsh clogyrnach, Type 1)
It seemed like the end of the world,
As flags of each nation unfurled;
The boots hit the ground,
With a heavy sound;
Hearts did pound,
It’s hard to imagine such fate,
In the midst of bloodshed you wait;
With their heavy loads,
In the soldiers strode;
Will we ever find such a peace,
That grants on our lives a new lease?
The body count soars,
Our souls do implore;
Where’s the door?
No, new grief.
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