A GREAT DEPARTURE
A deserted market place
A quite village square
The whole community is as dead as night.
The sky wore a dark look
The stars appear dim up in the sky
Echoes the drums and flutes
Elders wearing sack clothes
Mothers advice their children not to go beyond the valelysThe great warriors began the great hunt.
Sympathizers and relations
Surronded the palace
The great warriors stood firm
Behind the empty throne
With fresh human heads in their hands.
Watching the wild wind blow
The oracle priest pick up his flute and blow.
OH WHAT A GREAT DEPARTURE
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