The scourge!
The slaughter;
With his rod on the sea.
Terror!
In the land;
Seen afar off from the coast.
The scourge!
The slaughter;
Along the ridge,
With the view of the bridge.
Raid, afraid!
To seek refuge;
Because of the terror in the land.
Bridge, ridge!
Particles,
List, fist, mist!
Cunningly,
From the Islands of the sea;
Dark, ark!
But, the truth is already known;
For, a picture is wealth more than thousand words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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