who are those men who walk our village?
i herd the blacksmith ask,
the ones with robes of night and ebony,
they all wear anguished masks.
who are those men who raid our village?
i heard my neibour cry,
the ones who stole our stole our daily bread,
and fled, unpunished by.
who are those men who attack our village?
i heard a young child sob,
they took my my mum and dad ,
they slayed them , just to hear ,their hearts last final throb
who are those men they all ask,
they walk a twisted path,
and many lives that met their end to the cruel music of their laugh |
Submission Name: who are those men?
