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Crusaders
I dismount from my horse and drink your wine.
My men lay claim to your city
and your women are our toys.
We fill our bellies with your slaughtered lambs
leaving behind scraps unfit for dogs.
Your defiance is met with bloodshed.
Dissenters are made examples of,
their corpses decorate the streets.
Deny us, you shall not,
least you end up like those before you.
Your crops will be ours.
Your daughters will be ours.
Your sons will not deny us,
they too will be ours.
My men lay claim to your city
and your women are our toys.
We fill our bellies with your slaughtered lambs
leaving behind scraps unfit for dogs.
Your defiance is met with bloodshed.
Dissenters are made examples of,
their corpses decorate the streets.
Deny us, you shall not,
least you end up like those before you.
Your crops will be ours.
Your daughters will be ours.
Your sons will not deny us,
they too will be ours.
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