Part 1

White land lays at rest, snow falling off from the bird’s nests.
Hundred cannons begin their rage; no man can survive this day.

Frozen hell awaits them all as red waves march onwards, ready to parade on their foes lands.
But not aware of what is found from the white men’s hearts.
Bravery and the courage to kill. To grab a weapon and stand still.
Before a foe so terrible in might, yet their duty binds them fight.
Under these white blue skies lays their only dear fatherland.

Thousands will fall today, but red is the colour they.
And the few white men will give praise to god as the red men’s ambitions are undone.

Yet freedom has it`s price for this small land of the brave.
Red neighbour might rejoice as their quest was not in vain,
But the white land will remember those days and carry those hate filled memories onwards to more hope filled days.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

ooooh, that's acctually really good Curi Me like

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well thanks...

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Nice job. *like*

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Good poem, I like it. You should do some more. Keep it up.

well I was planning to since it says part 1 up there

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

good job, flows great, which is my major likeability factor