I don't know what made me think for this. All i know is i made it up in 7th grade
Thus the battle had began the village burned the people ran
The gaurds they all fell by his hand the people all turned into sand
But you stood still you fought for all you stood there proud you stood there tall
Your sword in hand your hand on hilt you gaurd the walls which we have built
You slew one score you slew another you fought for the fact that your dead mother
Was slain by the hands of those you fight for this you fought with all your might
Now underground is where you lay and that is probably where you'll stay
We wish you luck although your dead we place the dirt upon your head
I hope you'll be brought back to life to find your sad and weeping wife
Havent got a name for it yet
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